Scamask bursts from cover, revealing himself to be a diminutive Flitchaye weasel, the strange voodo mask on his face a pattern of scars & grazes. He fires off his last bolt at the charging hare, theb throws the crossbow itself at the hare's thumping great footpaws.* -- Courting Board

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Date Posted: 07:42:50 03/26/01 Mon
Author: Scarmask
Subject: Scamask bursts from cover, revealing himself to be a diminutive Flitchaye weasel, the strange voodo mask on his face a pattern of scars & grazes. He fires off his last bolt at the charging hare, theb throws the crossbow itself at the hare's thumping great footpaws.*
In reply to: Tarkers the Tenacious 's message, "*the hare sees the bolt flying towards him, and darts out of the way, the bolt scraping along the outside of his leg* "OW! That's bally well it, you bally blighters, wot wot! Prepare to be thwarted!" *he runs over to where he lay his sabres down and draws them from their scabbards, then runs towards Scarmask, twirling his blades into a blurr* "No bally beast tries to shoot me in the jolly thigh, wot!"" on 00:09:04 03/26/01 Mon

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*Scatarlike turns & fires at Ivy, just as she hands her weapon over, the bolt heading side on for a spot just below her shoulder.* NOTE-Scrapmane still waiting for Ashido's response. (NT) -- Scatarlike, 07:46:33 03/26/01 Mon
- **Candora stands up and grabs her battle-pike pulling her skirts up under her and charges the assasins yelling a blood-curling war cry**EULALIA! **she throws herself at the would-be assasins and forgets the whole dignity thing and throws herself at them swinging wildly at their heads as her eye light in a fire, a fire that says " I will kill you" and yells, "I JUST WANT TO DANCE, NOT FIGHT DANCE! DO YOU CAHPPS HAVE ANY SENSE OF LOVE AND ROMANCE? OR IS YOU LIFE AN OBSESSION OF DEATH? (NT) -- Candora Grang, 14:26:58 03/26/01 Mon
  - ((They're all in different places, the only unoccupied one is Scatarlike, so we'll assume you went for him.)) *The first thing the ferret see's is n axe-pike swinging down, breaking the crossbow clean in half. He dives out of the bush s the haremaid beggins laying into the bush. Pulling a templar dagger from his belt pouch he stabs at her kneecaps.* Twinblade's life shall be destroyed, you are merley a means to an end! (NT) -- Scatarlike, 14:38:51 03/26/01 Mon
    - *Rain reaches for the blade, but can't really concentrate. A familiar feeling starts to come over him, similar to the feeling he felt when his father was killed. Something an otter is usually free of -- the bloodwrath. He looks around, everything turning into a red haze for him. Seeing a blur of white, he decides to follow it and attack whatever it's attacking. He loses himself to a violent rage, as he charges full speed with his weapon flailing in a blur of death.* (NT) -- Rain Crimsonblayd, 15:20:10 03/26/01 Mon
      - *Ashido's eyes went wide and rolled back into his head as the arrow went straight through his chest. Still breathing, he fell to the floor in a heap.* (NT) -- Ashido the Blizzard, 15:26:35 03/26/01 Mon
        *Cackling gleefully Scarmask's younger brother leaps forward, taken by insane frenzy, smashing downwards at the fallen samurais face with the butt of his crossbow.* (NT) -- Scrapmane, 15:46:29 03/26/01 Mon
        Scarmask, not waiting to see the result of his attack on Tarkers, dives away from the otter, now foaming from the mouth, his eyes pure red. He pulls his flint-headed axe out & swings with strength born of desperation at Rain's kneecap, using the diference in their height to his advantge.* (NT) -- Scarmask, 15:50:11 03/26/01 Mon
        I'll kill you! *A stoat comes from behind Scarmask's Younger brother, who is obviously distracted with Ashido, with a flying kick aimed at the base of the spine.* (NT) -- Wearal Crimsonblayd, 17:46:17 03/26/01 Mon
        I REFUSE TO DIE ON MY WEDDING DAY! HOLT L'AQUAAA!!!! *feeling the shocking impact to his knee, Rain goes down, the weapon forgotten, and falls on top of his attacker, throwing punches left and right with no particular aim but his attacker.* (NT) -- Rain the Vengeful, 17:50:27 03/26/01 Mon
        *Candora races to help Rain and she sees an opening and stabs a forceful blow with her pike at Scarmasks back right at the top of his spine while he is bent down *You won't kill any of the goodbeasts of this Holt while i'm alive *yells Candora as her eyes too fill with the bloodrath and she mindlessly dives at all the vermin that are nearby to her.* EULALIA! 'TIS DEATH ON THE WIND! GIVE THEM BLOOD AND VINEGAR, CHAPS!* she chants the bloodcurling war-cryof the hares and badgers at the vermin* (NT) -- Candora, 18:04:26 03/26/01 Mon

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