Post by redclaw on Nov 28, 2009 3:51:00 GMT -5
Zarek pulled got into a fighting stance as Bryce charged. He deflected the rat’s first slash with his scimitar but the punch hit him full in the stomach. The air was knocked from Zarek for a second, but he regained his compositor quick enough to block the attack at his throat with his claws. He then swung his scimitar at Bryce’s midsection with terrible force.
Valdis smirked when Ryju attacked him. He met the cutlass with his scimitar, circling it and sliding it to the side. Valdis began circling Ryju slowly, his sword limp in his paw. “So stoat,” he said with smirk, “you think you can defeat Valdis Swiftsword, captain of the Redclaw Guard?” Suddenly, without warning, he lunged at Ryju with the frightening swiftness that had given rise to his surname.
Trysta watched the three horde captains advance on her. She pretended not to care, staring absentmindedly at her blade. She flung herself to the ground when she saw the two ranged beast get ready to shoot. Both missiles flew over her head. But, she had placed herself in a bad position to encounter Claw. Trysta looked up just in time to see him bearing down on her. She did the only thing she could do. Well, not the only thing, but the smartest. She rolled to side, out of Claw’s path. Then she leaped up, her sword at the ready. “Get those two!” Trysta shouted to the Redclaw beasts. She pointed her paw at Doolb and Dart. Several horde-beasts converged on both of them at her bidding. “Now big boy,” she said to Claw with a wink, “I got you all to myself.” She took a cautious swing at him, testing his defenses.
Across the river from the battle, Emmet Redflight stood with the Redclaw bow-beasts. They had not been very active during the fight for fear of hitting their own companions. Now Emmet stood on the shore taking pot-shots at any-beast who didn’t wear the black tunic and red cape of the Redclaw. One enemy beast after another fell to the stoat’s keen aim and strong shots. The part of the battle he focused on was that between Zarek and Bryce. He was waiting for Zarek to move so that he could see the rat, mostly blocked from view by Zarek’s bulk. He got his chance as Zarek swung. A small gap under his arm was all Emmet needed to send an arrow straight at Bryce’s head.
Ciera Nightdeath the vixen crept around in the bushes next to the fight. She hummed a little tune to herself in time to the scraping noise as she sharpened her knife. Her keen eye caught a movement in the brush, in fact, lots movements. “Lots of little newts!” she murmured in surprise. Then she remembered the newts Valdis met in the swamp. Ciera had been there to, always in the shadows. She watched as a few of the newts went into the battle, striking at Bryce’s horde. “Their on our side,” Ciera mumbled to herself, “I should tell Emmet.” She didn’t want him to shoot the newts if they would fight for the Redclaw. As she passed onto the open area were the fight raged she noticed a ingoured weasel trying to sneak into the trees. The cloths told her that he was one of Bryce’s beasts. Approaching him she drew a poisoned knife from her belt. He turned to flee, but the thrown knife in his back halted him forever. Ciera bent down, forcefully tugging the blade from his back. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a Redclaw beast slinking off, trying to leave. She glided after him, not making a sound. Once she got right up behind him, she drew her blade across his throat. No deserting would be tolerated.
Eventually, though she slew almost score beasts on the way, Ciera crossed the river and reached Emmet. She slid right up next to him, whispering so no-one else would hear, “the newts are here!”
“The newts we met in the swamp?” Emmet asked.
“Yes them,” said Ciera, with a toss of her head-fur, “don’t go shooting any of them.”
“Yes madam,” said Emmet, rolling his eyes. But Ciera had already disappeared into the shadows.
Valdis smirked when Ryju attacked him. He met the cutlass with his scimitar, circling it and sliding it to the side. Valdis began circling Ryju slowly, his sword limp in his paw. “So stoat,” he said with smirk, “you think you can defeat Valdis Swiftsword, captain of the Redclaw Guard?” Suddenly, without warning, he lunged at Ryju with the frightening swiftness that had given rise to his surname.
Trysta watched the three horde captains advance on her. She pretended not to care, staring absentmindedly at her blade. She flung herself to the ground when she saw the two ranged beast get ready to shoot. Both missiles flew over her head. But, she had placed herself in a bad position to encounter Claw. Trysta looked up just in time to see him bearing down on her. She did the only thing she could do. Well, not the only thing, but the smartest. She rolled to side, out of Claw’s path. Then she leaped up, her sword at the ready. “Get those two!” Trysta shouted to the Redclaw beasts. She pointed her paw at Doolb and Dart. Several horde-beasts converged on both of them at her bidding. “Now big boy,” she said to Claw with a wink, “I got you all to myself.” She took a cautious swing at him, testing his defenses.
Across the river from the battle, Emmet Redflight stood with the Redclaw bow-beasts. They had not been very active during the fight for fear of hitting their own companions. Now Emmet stood on the shore taking pot-shots at any-beast who didn’t wear the black tunic and red cape of the Redclaw. One enemy beast after another fell to the stoat’s keen aim and strong shots. The part of the battle he focused on was that between Zarek and Bryce. He was waiting for Zarek to move so that he could see the rat, mostly blocked from view by Zarek’s bulk. He got his chance as Zarek swung. A small gap under his arm was all Emmet needed to send an arrow straight at Bryce’s head.
Ciera Nightdeath the vixen crept around in the bushes next to the fight. She hummed a little tune to herself in time to the scraping noise as she sharpened her knife. Her keen eye caught a movement in the brush, in fact, lots movements. “Lots of little newts!” she murmured in surprise. Then she remembered the newts Valdis met in the swamp. Ciera had been there to, always in the shadows. She watched as a few of the newts went into the battle, striking at Bryce’s horde. “Their on our side,” Ciera mumbled to herself, “I should tell Emmet.” She didn’t want him to shoot the newts if they would fight for the Redclaw. As she passed onto the open area were the fight raged she noticed a ingoured weasel trying to sneak into the trees. The cloths told her that he was one of Bryce’s beasts. Approaching him she drew a poisoned knife from her belt. He turned to flee, but the thrown knife in his back halted him forever. Ciera bent down, forcefully tugging the blade from his back. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a Redclaw beast slinking off, trying to leave. She glided after him, not making a sound. Once she got right up behind him, she drew her blade across his throat. No deserting would be tolerated.
Eventually, though she slew almost score beasts on the way, Ciera crossed the river and reached Emmet. She slid right up next to him, whispering so no-one else would hear, “the newts are here!”
“The newts we met in the swamp?” Emmet asked.
“Yes them,” said Ciera, with a toss of her head-fur, “don’t go shooting any of them.”
“Yes madam,” said Emmet, rolling his eyes. But Ciera had already disappeared into the shadows.
