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Subject: **Having been watching from the trees with sadistic amusement, the squirrel almost lazily (though with deadly aim) chucks three serrated daggers into the fray: one aimed at Sabertail and two at Grisiga. Not bothering to conceal the glee in his voice, he calls to his squad** To th' trees! Snipe an' move, snipe an' move! **With the agility possessed only by squirrels, he leaps a few trees over, throws another dagger at Grisiga, and moves on, concealed by the shadows of the foliage** Author: Favre [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 09:57:31 08/07/01 Tue [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date **The craggy jet-black squirrel cackles in true amusement as he overhears Grisiga's comment** Pretty cocky, this 'un, eh Kinnan? **Sticks his head out of the shadowed foliage long enough to shake his head in mock dismay at the invader** Didn't take enough time t' find out how yer enemy numbers, didja? Grave mistake, me friend, grave mistake. **He leaps out of the trees into the clearing, now armed with a broadsword. His obsidian eyes glitter with a fierce anticipation** D'you plan t' fight yerself, or just shout commands like most leaders? **his voice drips with sarcastic contempt as he draws his broadsword in a mocking challenge** (NT) Favre 10:10:36 08/07/01 Tue **One dagger sails past his forepaw, another grazes his left thigh, leaving a thin trail of blood. His eyes narrow as he watches the dark squirrel** And who says I have no knowledge of your numbers, eh? **Eyes glint with laughter** I have waited quite carefully until half of your leaders were gone. **Points his curved blade at Favre** Now, brush-tail, do you really want to fight? If so, I am quite ready for you! But if you are in fact only mocking me, then you are hardly worth my time. You and your riff-raff. **He spits** (NT) Grisiga 11:24:42 08/07/01 Tue **Raises an eyebrow at Favre and shakes his head** Aye, he is a mite too cocky for me! Take 'im down a notch, Fav. We'll show 'em what true leaders are like! (NT) Kinnan Ulfe 11:41:28 08/07/01 Tue **Ducks into the trees at Favre's command, but has nothing on paw with which to snipe** Nothin' for it but t'jump on it, I guess! **Draws her rapier and steps forward to find a paw to paw fight, but looks a bit uneasy about not following orders strictly** Sorry, sir, got t'fight th'way I can! (NT) Aislynn 12:16:14 08/07/01 Tue **Nods absently in response to Aislynn, keeping his full attention on Grisiga. He snorts** Don't pride yerself too much, half of our leaders are always gone, numbskull! Our soldiers are competent enough on their own. **He grins ferally** Riff-raff we are; and better than any o' them stodgy armies. Aye, I'm challengin' ye. Make yer move Grisga, and we'll see if there's anythin' behind yer pompous words. (NT) -- Favre Pinesword, 12:55:38 08/07/01 Tue Tobit sits concealed in his tree, waiting for something to shoot at besides the fool trying to kill his leader. (NT) Tobit 18:42:00 08/07/01 Tue **Growls at the squirrel, his teeth clenched** Aye, there's a bit more t'me than words, as you'll soon find out! **Brandishes his sword and leaps forward towards his opponent** Watch yoreself, squirrel, I didn't git t'be a general by talking! **Raises his sword and brings it crashing down towards Favre's head** (NT) Grisiga Montaba Gherabago 19:38:29 08/07/01 Tue **Having expected this typical starting attack, the squirrel parries the blow easily and hops to the side. In the same fluid movement he swings his own sword down and across Grisiga's chest in a powerful slash. He says nothing, only grins in bloodthirsty anticipation** (NT) -- Favre, 04:00:30 08/08/01 Wed **Blocks the swing at his chest with his own sword, pushing the blade forward as he moves back a step. He flicks the sword-tip up at Favre's chin and back down towards his stomach, mimicing the slicing of his belly. Then he grins cruelly and sends Favre a sharp upper cut at his left side and arm** (NT) -- Grisiga, 13:26:08 08/08/01 Wed **Twists his arms and brings his blade down to match Grisiga's. Then, putting pressure on his sword, he uses it to force Grisiga's up as he ducks under the blades, scurries to the right of the swords, and breaks the sword lock. As he stands upright again, he cuts at Grisiga's right side below his ribcage** (NT) -- Favre, 14:39:50 08/09/01 Thu **Brings his sword up from below to throw off Favre's cut. Crouches and springs forward and over Favre's head in an effort to get around behind him, keeping his own sword pointed at the squirrel through the entire leap. Lands softly on his paws and sends his blade in an arch around Favre's left side** (NT) -- Grisiga, 15:27:07 08/09/01 Thu **Crouches as Grisiga leaps and, because he doesn't rise right away, is able to duck under the sword's arc. Favre leaps foward from his crouch, hacking at the backs of Grisiga's knees before landing on his feet to Grisiga's right. (NT) -- Favre, 11:19:49 08/10/01 Fri **Spins to his right as he leaps into the air, over Favre's blade, to land still facing the squirrel. He pauses for a split-second, then kicks with his right footpaw at Favre's lower stomach as his sword comes swinging, parallel to the leg, towards Favre's chest. He lets out a hair-curling yowl that only a wildcat can, and kicks again with his other footpaw** (NT) Grisiga 13:28:11 08/10/01 Fri **Always watching Grisiga closely for hints to his next move, Favre chuckles darkly as he dances out of the way of the foot and lightly taps the sword away with his own** Slippery li'l fishy, aren't ye? Bad idea t'get into a gymnastics match wid' a squirrel. **Barely reacting to the wildcat's yowl, he takes the opportunity to make his move. The squirrel stabs the point of his sword into the ground in front of him, its sharp edge right at the spot that Grisiga kicked at. He flips up on one hand over the sword, in mid-air flips a small knife out of its sheathe in his wrist, and flicks it with a driving force straight at the base of Grisiga's throat. He jerks the sword out of the ground at the last minute, rolls sideways in the air and lands in a fighter's crouch to Grisiga's left.** (NT) -- Favre, 15:25:14 08/10/01 Fri **Darts to one side and the knife grazes hs shoulder** I never said anythin' about a gymnastics match, but I sure could beatcha at a gym-nastiness match! **Laughs at his own joke, gripping the hilt of his sword. He raises the blade, standing on the balls of his footpaws, and snarling. White teeth glitter like rows of knives in the firelight (is it still "night"?). His muscles are all taught as he prepares for a spring at the squirrel. He lowers his back haunches, sways slightly, as a coiled spring ready to be released. Suddenly he springs forward, sword outstretched directly in front of him, still light on his feet for any sudden move by his opponent** (NT) -- Grisiga, 08:31:01 08/11/01 Sat **Tenses as Grisiga coils to spring, and leaps forward and slightly to the left of the blade a split second after Grisiga does. He grunts as he swings his sword at Grisiga's with all of the force behind his jump, a move to disarm or at least cause Grisiga to fall or stumble from the velocity of the blow** (NT) -- Favre, 09:17:01 08/11/01 Sat **Is pushed a step back by the ferocity of Favre's blow, but keeps his footing. He yowls again and brings his sword down in a crushing stroke at and angle to cut through Favre's neck and torso** (NT) -- Grisiga, 12:25:02 08/12/01 Sun **Parries the blow, but is at an awkward position. He lets the sword blades lock, grunting slightly in disgust at his own carelessness when his own sword nicks into his shoulder from the pressure. He waits for Grisiga to maximize his pressure, and then rapidly breaks the sword lock, spinning out from underneath the pressure. As he comes around, he uses the momentum of his spin and slashes his sword down at Grisiga's back** (NT) -- Favre, 20:42:40 08/12/01 Sun **Lunges forward as his blade is released, out of reach of the sword slash. He spins to face Favre again, furious that he failed to kill the squirrel with the last blow. He ceouches again, but instead of springing, waits to see what the squirrel will do** (NT) -- Grisiga, 08:01:47 08/13/01 Mon **Tenses as he watches his opponent like a hawk. He breathes deeply and slowly, apparently catching his breath.** (NT) -- Favre, 16:09:41 08/13/01 Mon **Sneers** Short o'breath, Brushy? **Smiles cruelly and licks his blade** Come now, don't hesitate! Old Grisiga's here for the taking! **Begins circling the squirrel** (NT) -- Grisiga, 19:35:50 08/14/01 Tue **Without warning and with lightning speed, the squirrel whips out another serrated dagger and sends it hurtling with deadly accuracy at Grisiga's chest. A split second later, he leaps in, slashing his sword at Grisiga's midsection in an attempt to disembowel. He grins grimly** Called concentration, Kitty-cat. Better than wastin' me energy spewin' insults. (NT) -- Favre, 09:26:53 08/15/01 Wed OOC: Oh. Forgot to mention, I'll be gone for the next 6 days, until next Thursday or Friday. Feel free to move on. (NT) -- Favre, 09:28:14 08/15/01 Wed **The dagger is implanted in Grisiga's chest. He clutches his chest, gasping for breath, but he is still on his paws. He manages to parley the blow to his middle, but that takes most of his strength. He is leaning to one side, eyeing the squirrel with incredible hatred** So... you have... defeated me...the great **gasps** Grisiga Montaba Gherabago. What now, squirrel? I wish to at least stand before all the leader...before...And I want to see my daughter... (NT) -- Grisiga, 15:22:49 08/15/01 Wed **Eyes the wildcat back with a gleam of feral triumph in his eyes.** Aye, I defeated ye, Grisiga. Told ye ye were a mite too cocky. **Motions for Kinnan, Astri, and his daughter to come, a silent obeisance to the wildcat's last wishes** (NT) -- Favre, 17:28:28 08/15/01 Wed