Horde justice Continued

Life is fast in the horde, justice is even faster. Drakki confronts Bilk about leaving him behind in the previous battle.

Bilk, the one-eyed rat sits at a nearby camp-fire with several of his cronies. The vermin picks idley at some strange looking roasted meat, cackling amongst his comrads.

A cold wind comes through the camp following the red furred fox. The fox has been looking for one particular rat, like looking for a chubby needle in a haystack. Drakki keeps his paw on the hilt of his blade. He hasn't spotted his quarry yet...but light help them when he does.

The fire cracks and snaps as Bilk tosses a nearby log into the pile, fueling the flames. "That'll be the last we see o' dat fox, I'm sure o' it!" The fat rat cackles, his cronies joining in on the jeers as he takes a liberal bite from the roasted spit of meat.

Drakki's ears twitch. He could swear he heard the word 'fox'. Drakki sniffs at the air. It's hard to pick out just one scenet among dozens of rats and...cooking food. He narrows his eyes as he scans the crowd of rats in the camp until they lock on the back of one very plump beast. "Bilk." The fox grins to himself. He starts taking paw steps toward his quarry.

Bilk finishes the remainder of his meat as he settles back into his seat near the fire. Nearby, a shrew is tied up, beat and bloody. The one-eyed rat picks up small rock and hurls it at the woodlander with a laugh.

As the fox rapidly approaches another rat sitting at the camp fire chuckles at the sight of the injured shrew. The skinny rat Leroy has put on some weight since he first caught Drakki but other wise he looks very much like he did then, bandoleer with daggers strapped across his brown furred chest and green trousers held up by a belt,"I wish I could have seen the fox's face. Tell me, what did it look like!"

Bilk offers the rat an shrug, his one eye fixing on the fire. "Not a tough lookin' feller, but he could fight...Until those shrews filled 'im full of arrows!" The rat begins to howl with laughter.

Their laughter is cut short by the sound of Drakki cracking his knuckles together. The fox looms behind the fat rat, his features highlighted by the fire. "And how would you know.../comrade/? Last I saw was your fleshy hide turning tail at the first sign of trouble." The fox growls through grinding teeth.

The party of rats turn their attention to the fox with surprise as he makes his presence known, a few of them drawing jagged blades. Bilk spits in shock, turning about to face the fox. "Runnin' my arse! I was chasin' down dat dere shrew." He points a crooked paw at his captive. "So ye lived, eh?"

"No thanks to you." The fox growls as he takes a step forward towards the rat. "How did you manage to catch a shrew? Did his buddies leave him behind as well?" The fox hasn't drawn his blade...yet. But the glare of his eyes show he is imagining the rat dying in various horribly painful ways at the moment.

Bilk snorts. "I slew a whole lot of the bloody buggers!" The rat draws a jagged blade. "Ye took something that was -mine-, fox, I want her back!"

Drakki tilts his head to the side, "Oh? I remember I bought her from you fair and square?" His grin stretches to the corners of his snout, "I gave you your life in return for the slave." The fox has never seen the rat in combat, not really, he imagines that he has at least some skill to last this long in the horde. At the moment though he simply doesn't care. His left paw still on the hilt of his sheethed blade he goes to push the rat towards the fire with his free paw, "...did you want a refund?"

Bilk offers the fox a yellow-toothed grin. "I want yer head!" The rat slashes his blade at the fox's skull, his cronies rushing to flank the fox.

A look of shock crosses Drakki's face as he leans backward, the blade coming a hairs breath away from slashing his eyes. Reflexes take over and the blade behind his back comes free. Short sword held in reverse he slashes at Bilks big belly. His free paw goes for the hold out dirt at his side and begins to draw it.

Bilk screams in horror as his wide cut leaves his mid-section exposed, the foxe's blade biting through the leather and into his gut. Bilk's cronies pause in shock as they surround the fox, blades drawn and ready to strike.

The fox ignores the rats behind him for the moment. He takes a step forward towards the the wounded rat, "If you beasties want to live I would suggest you stay out of matters that don't concern you." He says to the rats behind them as he gives Bilk a terrifying smirk, "Now tell me Bilk old buddy? Do you prefer being roasted, stewed..." he reverse the grip on his short sword, "Or diced to pieces?"

Bilk, stumbles backwards, his sword slipping from his paw and into the snow. Blood leaks from the hole in his gut, his one eye twitching with rage. "Kill him!" He screams as his comrads begin slashing at the fox from all angles. The one-rat's foot plants awkwardly against a rock as he limps back, his balance gives way and he falls face first into the flames of the fire. Smoke, ashe, and flames begin to engulf the rat as he flails about frantically.

The blade reverse its grip again as the fox plunges it into the gut of the rat behind him. The rat makes a terrified gasp as his own blade catches the fox on the shoulder. Drakki yelps in pain but manages to catch another swing for his head with his hold out dagger, he yanks his short sword free and cuts down his second attacker.

Leroy watches his comrades fall to the earth, one clutching at his belly, the other clutching at his chest, both not long for the world. The fox is hunched over and bleeding from the gash to his shoulder but finds the strength to glare murder at the rat, "Run little rat...RUN!" Leroy squeaks then takes off in the opposite direction. Instead of fallowing him though Drakki breaths deeply and collapses to his knees. Dropping his blades he painfully clutches at his own shoulder wound. Just a little deeper...The fox's gaze falls on what became of Bilk and he smirks, "Guess you chose roasted..."