Brawl in the Fang and Claw...or...Villainous Vulpine Victoriously get's his tail handed to him in a fight.

A Wildcat, A fox, a cat, and a Raven walk into a bar...chaos ensues

Vannon, badger, patrons belong to me. Raziel belongs to Raziel. The raven, cat, and bar keep belong to Lenore

Also, did I mention that this was a bar fight so...expect to see lots of action.

No where else will you find a more retched hive of scum and villainy than the Fang and Claw Tavern, especially after the freak snow storm of yesterday has forced the roads travelers to take shelter, no matter where it might be. The bar is filled tonight with beasts of various sizes, species and backgrounds. Every table is packed with hares, squirels, mice, rats, weasels, stoats, pine martens, and even one badger. One such beast, a young grey fox is sitting at the bar, several empty plates sit off to his side, a couple of empty mugs of mead at the other. Kydo Vannon is still nursing the black eye he got yesterday.

Raziel sits off to the side of the room, a mug of milk in his paws. He's alone, and not currently engaged in any conversations; though he does scan the room with his pale eyes, looking for signs of trouble. The wildcat looks a little tired, and lethargic, but more than anything else, he seems bored.

The door slams open, allowing a flood of cold air to attack the creatures inside the tavern. A feirce looking jet-black cat with a spot of white on her forehead in the shape of a flame enters, a raven close on her heels. They stride up to the bar, and the cat leans over and whispers something to the barkeep as the raven hops onto the bartop and caws disturbingly. The barkeep gulps and hurries away.

Raising a paw to try and catch the barkeeper Vannon says, "Um, excuse me you still havn't brought my pie out...annnnnd...your gone." The fox says as the barkeeper ignores him. "Lousy service here, am I right?" He says to the weasel next to him who only growls in response.

Raziel raises an eyebrow. The feline mutters to himself, "Of all the places to get stuck in, it had to be one where people are /this/ hostile..." He keeps mostly to himself, still drinking from his mug, though the mild commotion at the bar and the new arrival have already caught the curious cat's attention.

The new felins smiles in a not-so-friendly way as the barkeep brings her the wood pigeon she just ordered. The raven caws wickedly as the shaking weasel sets a bowl of wine before him. The weasely barkeep hurries and brings the pie to Vannon, then comes back and nervously fidgets as the female whispers something else to him, and again he hurries off.

Leaning his head on one paw Vannon drums his fingers across the bar. What is he supposed to do while waiting for his food to come if the beasts around him don't want to talk? Quietly reflect on his life course? If he wanted to do that he wouldn't have come to a place like the Fang and Claw to begin with! The fox idly glances over to the beast to his right, a slender ferret and then to the large wildcat the next seat over. He wonders how much gold this obvious warrior wildcat is carrying...And then the pie came. Glorious, wonderful pie. Made from the gutted and baked remains of some poor pumpkin and smothers in some kind of cream. Glorious wondrous pie. The fox digs into his pie with much gusto and for a brief but shining moment...all is right with the world.

Raziel is only slightly terrified by the gusto with which the odd fox at the bar proceeds to devour his pie, and sadly sets down his mug, realizing it's empty. Ah, well. More than that, though, he's confused as to why the vulpine was looking at him like that...

The female cat looks around hautily, smiling superiourly at the wildcat. The raven hops off the bar and approaches the grey fox, croaking, then whispering, "/Crawk!/ You got any gold, fox?"

Unfortunately for the bird the fox is lost in the complete bliss of eating the pie. He doesn't even seem to register that the bird is talking to him.

Raziel frowns at the smug feline, but he can't hide behind his mug anymore. Curses. "Did you need something, miss...?" Might as well keep it formal. The wildcat shoots a fleeting glance at the crow as well, but he has no idea what's going on here.

The raven frowns and goes to sharply peck the fox in the thigh very, very hard. Like, hard enough for it to bleed profusely. The cat leans over, smiling evilly. "Yes...give me all your coins and I might let you get away in one whole peice..." she purrs, daintily drawing a small dagger, holding it expertly and threateningly under the wildcat's chin.

Sitting in a chair, crowded by beasts, there is very little for the fox to do but howl in pain. The pie goes flying out of his paws, landing on the face of some poor beast, and Vannon falls over from his chair clutching at his bleeding leg. Kydo Vannon shoots daggers at the soon to be deceased bird. Ginergly standing up he draws the blade at his side. "Looks like crow is on the menu toni..." he stops abruptly when someone taps on his shoulder. The fox's head snaps around and his ears fall flat against his head as he stares up into the pie covered snout of a badger. "Is this /yours/?" Vannon gulps.

Raziel sighs deeply as his pale eyes inspect the blade at his chin, and chaos errupts around him. "If you insist..." The wildcat slides backwards out of his seat, picking up his spear with his left paw, and twisting away from the dagger. It seems he foregoes a full set of armor for a reason. He quickly adopts a fighting stance, spearpoint facing the other feline, sure that sooner or later, the entire bar will follow suit. "I really hate brawls..."

The raven caws angrily as he is called a crow. He is not a crow! He's a raven! They are very different kinds of birds! He goes to peck at first the fox's rump, then he pecks at the badger's knee, for good measure. The cat smiles pityingly. "Well, you don't have to fight back, sweetheart..." She says syrupily as she cooly picks up her tankard of ale. Taking a sip, she suddenly splashes it at the wildcat's face, then ducks aroudn the spear, hoping he's blinded by the ale, and stabs at his stomach.

Vannon yelps as his flank is attacked jumping strait into the air. The badger for his part roars in anger. Not wearing armor he clutches at the wound given to his knee, then reaches out to grab the bird by the neck...so he can use it like a club against the fox..

Raziel is now very wet, and rather upset that he smells like alcohol now, but the ale manages to catch only one of the wildcat's eyes. He uses the haft of his spear to parry the dagger, diverting it - but instead of stepping back, the large cat thrusts his shoulder forward, hoping to catch the other feline in the ribs. He retorts, "Oh, but I /do/ have to fight back!"

The cat oofs as she gets rammed by the wildcat's shoulder. She grimaces, then bares her teeth and goes to savagely bite any part of the wildcat she can reach...she's aiming for his ear, but the neck or paw will work. The raven squawks in terror and turns to flee and fly away, but some of his back feathers bet grabbed, and he screams in agony as he tries to fly and the feathers get slowly ripped out.

It's about here that Vannon tries to quietly back out of the tavern and away from the badger and raven. He doesn't get very far. Unable to grab but a hand full of feather the badger bears down on the fox again, cracking his knuckles as he does. "Oh no..." Vannon whimpers before he is sent flying across the room into a table full of weasels and rats spilling drinks and food onto even more beasts. It's right about here that things start to turn ugly. No one will ever know for sure who shouted the fateful, "Get em!" but in the next instant the badger is tackled by several dozen beasts and the tavern erupts into a horrible frenzy of claws, fits, blades, daggers, and even the occasional cross bow bolt.

Raziel shouts in pain as sharp, feline teeth clamp down on his ear. He growls, "THAT'S IT!!!" He's mad now, clearly. He pounces on the black cat, trying to pin her neck to the floor with the haft of his spear and /strangle/ her, since stabbing isn't an option in quarters this close. "DO YOU REGRET YOUR DECISION YET?!?"

The raven squawks, then flies painfully to above the badger and starts trying to claw his eyes out. The cat grunts as she is pushed back onto the bartop. In desperation, she pulls out another dagger and starts to hack and stab and slice at the wildcat, hoping to just get him off of her.

The badger uses one hand to shield himself from raven, and another to back hand a weasel in the jaw. The badger finely falls to the floor under the combined weight of the beasts trying to drag him down. All around the bar chaos has taken over. Beer and ale are slung across the room. Regaining enough senses at last to realize this is no place for an archer fox Kydo Vannon attempts to flee the bar but to get to the exit he will have to go through the dueling felines...

Raziel is not in the mood to be stabbed. He's /never/ in the mood to be stabbed, come to think of it. He lets go of his spear, hopping back to escape the dagger - and ends up bumping into the fox from before. Thinking it's just another of the brawling patrons, however, he grabs the fox by the arm, nearly hyper-extending it as he swings the vulpine around, sending him careening into the black cat up against the bar. It's not a 'good' plan...but it gives the wildcat time to draw his sword, at least.

The cat stands up, smiling in relief and rubbing her neck with the back of a paw...then shrieking as the fox comes careening towards her. She stabs down at him once, twice, thrice, then goes to punch and kick him out of her way. The raven, cawing sadly that the stupid badger is now out of reach, decides to help his friend and dives towards the male wildcat and flying quickly out of reach, aiming to remove an eye from his enemy.

Raziel is now decidedly on the offensive, swinging his hand-and-a-half sword in a wide arc as the crow dives towards him - good thing he switched weapons, too. Spears are next to useless against flying birds. He should know. He's tried. "What is it with you beasts?!"

Needless to say Vannon does not like these developments. First he is thrown into the cat, then the cat is stabbing at him like a crazy person. With fresh wounds appearing on his arms and even on on his swollen gut. At this point Vannon is getting tired of being a rag doll. The fox staggars backwards, one hand clutching at the open would to his belly the other sending a quick flurry of quick jabs, slices, and dices with his rapier at the cat who stabbed him.

The black cat growls and throws her less-favourite dagger at the stupid fox, then runs towards the door, stabbing a rat close to the exit. Heart blood reddens his chest as she yank her weapon out, and after he falls she steals his money and few pieces of jewelry. The raven, however, is not so lucky. His wing is sliced off, and then his life is quickly snuffed out, all by Raziel's blade. Insanity and chaos is still happening in the bar. The barkeep and the servers are long gone, hiding in the cellar with a group of moles, who are notorious for not being fighters.

Raziel hisses when the cat that started all this escapes...but his eyes are still in his head and the bird is dead, so that's a plus. Realizing that that the vulpine he threw into harm's way is the ont that was eating the pie, the wildcat growls a short but sincere, "Sorry," as consolation, and picks his spear back up from the top of the bar where it rolled off the black cat. Now, it's just a matter of holding the rest of these brawling beasts off. The feline turns, baring his spear once more. Shouldn't be too hard...

Vannon growls. He missed He missed every single bleedin stroke with his sword. He then yipes he leans to the side, letting the dagger graze his snout as it goes flying past him to burry itself in the back of some poor beast behind the fox."We'll talk about that later." He says to the wildcat. Holding his rapier in both paws the fox finds himself staring down the other half of the bar patrons who are threatening to have their fight spill onto them as well. "I propose a quick tactical retreat for the door infront of us."

Raziel looks back and forth, before giving the vulpine a curt nod. "Agreed. You watch one half of the room, I'll get the other." The wildcat hefts his spear in preparation, and hopes the fox knows what he's doing... "I'm Raziel, by the way."

The fox doesn't reply. He is already running for the exit as fast as his wounded leg can carry him. If the cat is crazy enough to stay and fight this mess, that's his problem, not Vannon's. He does however make a good distraction for his own escape.

Raziel sighs. You'd think that he was the only one with any set of morals around here... The wildcat is going to have to watch his back, it seems. He keeps his spear in his left paw, sword in his right, spearing, smacking, parrying, and slashing any beast foolish enough to come his way. Just another typical afternoon as a mercenary...