WAR!!!(Final battle of Bloodclaw TP)

--In the Great Hall before the battle--

Oak walks into the room with a grin on his face, a bow and arrows on his back, and a sword at his side. "Time 'te send Bloody packin'...I'm ready..are you?"

Pike looks up at the squirrel and grins, "Aye matey, Bloodclaw not be a knowing what be about ta hit him, hee hee “

Grellin turns to the squirrel as well, not having met the beast before. He did acknowledge that there would be others, though, so he nodded, offering him a smile. "Indeed, I will aim right for the blasted vermin's eyes." He says, gripping for his non-existent blade, remembering it was not there.

Maxtor walks in, with a plate of fried cherry scones, in a good mood. He has his steel staff with him. "A meal before the battle?"

Grellin twists his head to gaze at Maxtor, the hamster's eyes growing as wide as the full moon upon the mention of a meal "Meal? Before battle? Don't mind if I do!"

Flicktail says, "wonder if hamsters be related ta hares"

Miller trails behind Maxtor. "Ello, oi'll be stayin at yon abbey te work ena sound tunnels, oi'm gonna moike zzure that no vermoints be a mokin it inta yon abbey."

Rufus comes down the hallway, looking around. "Wot's goin on me buckos, and why does everyone have their bally weapons, I thought Redwall was a peaceful place?"

Pike grins "This is gonna be good, need me twin blades" .

Flicktail has pikes Blades brought to him all sharpened and oiled.

Pike takes the blades and nods.

Grellin blinks for a moment, speaking to Flicktail, "Well, my stomach definitely is." He says, blinking upon hearing the familiar sound of mole speak "My. I haven't heard a mole in ages." He says, gazing at the mole "Assistance above and below ground! What luck." He says, his ears picking up the sound of a hare, turning to Rufus "We are going to hunt down the vermin hiding out within our forests. Apparently." he says, the nervous tone returning to his voice.

Flicktail straps on "THE" blade and nods to the others. "All who would follow the cause of right and goodness... rally to me and follow me, we go to defend the weak, and speak for those who kin speak no more “

Oak smiles. "'Bout time Bloody was slain, let's get on out there" Flicktail heads outside and into the Abbey Entry..

Maxtor smiles, twirling his staff at Lightning speed. "Nobody tell Oz I'm getting involved"

Grellin blinks for a moment, nodding to this as he rushes off" I have to get my weapon! And some knives! Oh blast it, I have to be ready!" he says.

Rufus is an otter who sounds like a hare and he grins. "I get my sling"

--On the Dirt Road in front of the abbey--

Grellin quickly rushes back, returning in a moment panting heavily, having dashed off to find the scabbard with his blade, and his pouches replaced with a dozen knives. "Blast my eating habits."

Pike steps out onto the road, Twin blades are drawn as he looks around carefully, alert and ready to fight.

Silverfangs walks out of the abbey quietly, he nods "I am helping as well." And yes he does have a sword, and his healer bag too.

A sound is heard from a distance, and soon a big dust cloud appears as a group of about 500 vermin approach Redwall Abbey, after a few minutes a Battle Chant is heard. "Bloodclaw, Bloodclaw, kill the sea dog, Bloodclaw, Bloodclaw, kill them all, Bloodclaw, Bloodclaw, take the Redwall, Bloodclaw, kill the, one and all". Soon after this, Bloodclaw is seen smiling, his perfectly polished black blade blending with the shadows as he stops right in front of Redwall Abbey. "Hello, Redwall...are you ready to die...or will you surrender now?"

Oak points an arrow directly at Bloodclaw. "Go to 'ell's gates!"

Flicktail smiles as the Sparra warriors zoom overhead, and the Fighting 67th waits in ambush as hares can do so well "Bloodclaw you be a BAD beast!”

Grellin stares directly at Bloodclaw for a moment, narrowing his lids as he picks up a knife, his paw clearly trembling with anticipation and fear "S-so this is the scum t-that tried to s-slow me down, eh?" He says, shuddering "Threatening innocent beasts like this. Now that I cannot approve of!"

Pike grips his twin blades and looks at Bloodclaw, he growls low, he raises one blade and holds the other at an angle, a rat gets a little too close and off goes its head, the otter grins "Next please."

Some rats run, and Bloodclaw's archers kill them, but they are mainly occupied with the Sparra Warriors. Half the army fights dozens of sparra warriors, faring poorly, another 100 goes straight for the gates with a battering ram, the last 150 charge everyone else.

With a cry of EULIIA! the Hares spring up for the battering ram...the bally jolly hares having a field day with their works.

Maxtor twirls his staff at such amazing speed it can barely be seen, many rat's skulls are hit so hard, they cave in, instantly killing them. When the hares ambush, Maxtor smiles, "How do you like THAT vermin!"

Rufus is busy twirling his sling, but at a slow pace, killing about 3 vermin a minute. He is accurate, but if found, may not make it.

Flicktail draws "I am that Is" and makes his way toward Bloodclaw.

Silverfangs frowns as he notices Maxtor is out here, he backs up a little as a weasel gets near him, he uses the hilt of the sword and knocks them out, a rat manages to make a slice on his leg, he slices with his sword back at the rat and the rat falls over holding his shoulder as it pours blood.

Grellin spots the incoming rats, his lids narrowing upon their approach, a sneer forming upon his features as he quickly unsheathes his dagger, grasping one of the knives tightly and charging in.

Tossing one of the knives and hitting a single rat right in between the eyes. His first kill "Take that you cowardly vermin! I will show you to pick on someone your own stature!" He says, watching as one of them leaped towards him. He quickly reacted, shutting his eyes as he stabbed upwards into his chest and flung him overhead, his blade nearly being ripped out of his paws as he does so. He pants, gazing down at the iron dagger, tension spreading through his body as he notices he had more of a grip then he thought. Smiling to himself, he grasped another knife, tossing it towards an archer in the distance, surprised when it clipped him right on the chest, killing him quickly. Excited, he leaped forth towards the nearest rat, and stabbed into his belly , only to be sliced upon his shoulder by another sneaking up behind him

Pike grins and the twin blades twirl in his paws, he jumps over a couple weasels and stabs down at a ferret, it dies and he slices at a couple rats and stabs backwards at a stoat, he narrows his eyes and looks over at Bloodclaw and slices at varies vermin to get to him.

Grellin turning to spot a weasel standing there, a similar dagger in hand. Grellin grasped his own, and held it as he posed, having a knife-battle with the weasel, which he soon found himself beginning to lose.

Rufus is knocked out by a rock that hits him hard in the skull.

Maxtor smiles. "Nice job Grandfather" he swirls his staff around and pounds a very tough fox's skull.

Oak grins, he has been on the wall the whole time, he fires scores of arrows into Bloodclaw's horde, drastically lowering Bloodclaw's odds of winning

Flicktail tries to catch Pike's eye as his sword swings trying to cleave the vermin wrestling with Grellin "Race ya to Bloodclaw?"

Bloodclaw growls as many of his beasts are killed, he is pecked wildly by sparrows while trying to fight a hare. He barely manages to kill both of them and runs at Pike, already badly wounded.

Grellin whinces, feeling the weasel purposely push against his knife arm, which had been damaged, chucking in the process. He watches Flicktail cleave the vermin, nodding to Flicktail to thank him, and blinking as he challenges the other to a race "Oh! Not going to get him before I do!" He says, sounding like a little dibbun claiming a cookie as his very own .

Pike growls, he doesn't hear Flicky and is aiming to get to Bloodclaw, he raises a blade at Bloodclaw, the rats blade cuts across his chest, he tenses up in pain and goes to stab his other sword into Bloodclaw's gut area, another rat makes a slice across Pikes cheek, he kicks at the rat and it rolls into a ditch. Blood dips from his wound but he STILL fights.

Silverfangs slices at a weasel, the slice makes a red line across the weasels arm, and he spins around and does a kick to a stoat and looks around to see if anyone needs a healer.

Grellin spots Bloodclaw making his way towards Pike, grasping his dagger as he attempts to throw himself at him upon seeing Pike fall away, trying to dig his dagger into the massive vermin's back, letting loose possibly one of the most pathetic growls he could summon "GRrrr! Over here you plump and ugly pike-spawn!"

A Hare runs up to Silverfangs "that stoat you just hit needs a Healer Wot? oh Bally well sorry chap...Seems he doesn't" then the hare hops away still fighting.

Flicktail exclaims, "REDWALLLLLL!!!!!!" As he lunges up to try and engage Bloodclaw

Silverfangs makes his way to Maxtor and knocks out a couple rats, one that was about to behead the mouse,"Inside..now!"He swings the sword hilt down at a rats head, it’s out cold.

Audible only intermittently over the violent din on the dirt path, the towering gate of the Abbey creaks shut, closing out friend and foe alike. A thunderous boom follows as the gate comes to a stop and an enormous latch is dropped into place.

Maxtor frowns and walks towards the abbey. "Yes sir" and walks towards the abbey, he made it in just as the abbey gates slam shut behind him.

Bloodclaw thrust his sword into Pikes’ shoulder. "You.....will..die!!!"

Flicktail thrusts his sword at Bloodclaw's shoulder.

Oak aims an arrow at Bloodclaw, it misses and instead kabobs two of Bloodclaw's beasts on one arrow.

Bloodclaw is caught in three way battle at once, he swings at the hamster with a regular dagger and snaps his figures to make three rats corner Flicktail. "I..will not be upstaged by wimpy woodland beasts!"

Flicktail is fast, and his blade faster as he stabs at one rat trying to get back to Bloodclaw.

Grellin catches Bloodclaw's dagger in a clash, pushing against it as he looks up at the vermin, attempting to gaze into his eyes "Who are you calling wimpy you slow-witted nimrod?"

Pike starts to sway as the sword sinks into his shoulder, he kicks at Bloodclaw and stumbles backwards and rolls onto his side, he pants heavily as blood pours from his shoulder, a chest wound and his leg, he struggles to stay away and shivers, still griping one blade, the other he lost.

Silverfangs makes his way over to the Otter, Pike, quickly, he punches out a rat that gets in the way.

Flicktail tries to put himself between Pike and bloodclaw Crooking a white finger "oh Claws....commer...wonna dance?"

Bloodclaw slices at Silverfangs. "Oh no you don't stupid old fox!".

Flicktail's sword interposes between Bloodclaws sword and Silverfangs "Naughty naughty"

Grellin watches Bloodclaw slice at Silverfangs. Seeing as he was distracted, he attempted to make use of this to try stabbing the rodent on his leg "Come down HERE and say that to my face!"

Bloodclaw grins. "Yes, let's dance Otterfox..but I'm warnin' ye...I'm a better dancer" he thrusts his sword at around a 68 degree angle (exactly) towards Flicktails chest. "Die!"

A rat takes the sword that was meant for Bloodclaw, a weasel begins to fight Grellin in battle.

Flicktail yeeps with a smile and swings his sword point up so that Bloodclaw's blade arcs harmlessly over the otterfox his tail wafting the rat in the face.

Grellin misses, instead stabbing the rat, grunting as he falls forth, slowly getting up and wrenching the blade out, gazing at the weasel before he readys another knife, gazing about as he refuses to throw it, instead leaping up at the weasel and attempting to stab him through the head.

Pike looks at Silverfangs and passes out from blood lose.

Silverfangs frowns and goes to tens to Pike, he keeps an eye out for possible attacks towards him as he does so.

Bloodclaw growls as he fights Flicktail. "Yo win this round Fox" he charges at Grellin and slices at him "That's for stabbing at me"

Flicktail exclaims, "oi win ever Round" he signals to Oak "NOW Beast LET FLY!"

Oak shakes his head. "oh no, yer not the boss of me Fox, I know when te shoot Bloody, you 'jus watch and learn" he winks.

Grellin was busy pulling his blade out of the weasel's skull, grunting as he spots Bloodclaw stabbing at him , gasping as he spots this, aiming to toss his last knife at Bloodclaw's arm , hoping to distract him as he is sliced clear across the chest, falling forth word.

Silverfangs holds pressure on the wounds of Pike and watches the battle, a couple LP hares stay by him "Help the bally otter, we got ya."

Flicktail says, "Comere bloody.....ye were not verra NOICE ta Father Abbot!"

From the ramparts, the limp body of a squirrel archer tumbles with a fatal grace toward the earth, bouncing once against the high sandstone wall of the Abbey before dropping in a heap to the ground. Where once the marksman was stationed, there appears only the fleeting hint of a shaggy shadow that ducks quickly out of sight.

A sneaky Hare remains in shadow looking to find and kill that shadowy figure and avenge the limp body.

Bloodclaw continues to fight with Grellin. "You...will...die, all of you will die!" he glares at Flicktail. "I'll get you after I kill this embesil"

Bloodclaw's sword falls out of his hand, in a fit of rage he pins Grellin to the ground, holding a poison dagger at his throat. "Prepare to die"

The other wall archer's attention is as taut as his bowstring, and his eyes do not deviate from their mark as he picks off Bloodclaw's horde rats one by one. But his focus is his downfall: only too late does he see the long, slender arm dart across his field of vision. Too late does he feel its power force itself against his neck, then heave him over the vertiginous crenellation. The ground swims sickening toward him and--

Grellin gazes up at Bloodclaw, panting heavily as his chest bleeds, panting as he looks at the poison dagger, resting his paw upon one of his own knives, the last one he had. If he was going to die, he may as well try taking him with him. He shut his eyes , tears welling up as he waits for the moment.

Oak grins as he sees Bloodclaw staying still, in one place, and very vulnerable. "No, you prepare to die..with my special, barbed arrow" he aims his "special arrow" at Bloodclaw and it soars through the air, almost singing a tune in harmony with the breeze and finally making connection with Bloodclaw's chest.

Bloodclaw grins as he slowly makes the dagger approach the throat of Grellin. "Time to di..." the barbed arrow hits his chest, causing him immense pain as he falls over.."I..." He growls. "I...will..not..die!" He stabs up and picks up his dagger and clutches it to throw at Pike, not realizing Pike is gone, but he falls over, unmoving, with anger on his face, cold and dead.

Flicktail mops his brow and offers grellin a paw up.

Grellin pants heavily, opening his eyes to see the vermin had FINALLY keeled over dead, grunting as he grasped his aching chest, bleeding profusely from it, the flesh having been torn rather badly. He takes Flicktail's paw, helping himself up as he wobbles "Ngh...r-right...t-talk about a c-climactic battle." he utters, smiling a tiny bit "...W-what...? H--how about a celebratory feast?"

Flicktail says, "we never celebrate deaths Lad, not even that o vermin"

Grellin pants heavily, nodding to this as he whinces in pain "Deaths? I wanted to celebrate learning not to cower under something." he says, jesting just a little bit too much "Ow..."

Oak grins, coming down to receive congratulations. "Now see, that's how to kill a rat..when he's NOT MOVING!". He smiles, "I'd love to chat..but I've gotta go take a nap...killing Bloodclaw is a tiring job"

Flicktail sighs sadly "let’s go inside and clean up, we kin leave the Molers to clean this up so they get proper burials"

Grellin sighs with him, trying to drag himself towards the Abbey "...I am sorry..ngh. I tried my best."

Silverfangs nods, he goes to head inside to the infirm with Pike, a hare helps him inside.

A guard opens the doors and lets them inside, and watches for signs trouble.

--In the Infirm of the abbey--

Silverfangs frowns, he looks around the infirm and finds some new bandages and looks to the sea otter and checks him for any other wounds, and he has worked on the chest wound and is working on the shoulder wound now.

Grellin makes his way into the infirmary, feeling tired, sick, weak and delusional. He collapses onto one of the beds, groaning loudly as he bleeds out the chest "Ngh...mother. I'm..coming back.."

Pike is in bad shape, his chest bandage has blood seeping through it, his shoulder still is bleeding and he has a couple other cuts and scrapes on him, he groans weakly.

Grellin lays on his back as he is tended to, the bleeding from his chest immense, the bandages managing to help contain most of it. He felt immensely lucky that he did not end up having his lungs slit open or the likes. "Well...t-this day j-just became p-peppy.."

Silverfangs looks at the hamster and frowns, he motions one of the other healers to tend to Grellin and looks back to Pike.

Jake peeks into the room and scans it to see whom is here and seeing Pike frowns deeply.

Grellin is tended to, laying still for the healers and waits until they depart, laying there in bed with his lids half closed, barely clinging on after all that, having experienced a real battle for the first time, he watches Jake peek into the room.

Pike breathing slows some, he has lost a lot of blood and slips in and out of a faint.

Silverfangs finishes sewing Pike's shoulder wound and applies bandages, he frowns at the lower breathing rate, he watches as a healer mouse tends to Grellin.

Jake walks over to Pike.."Pike..." concern and great worry in his voice, but he doesn’t get in the way of the healer and stays off to the side.

Grellin is tended to, remaining silent for once, not having the energy to speak up nor did he know what to say. He simply lays there, staring at the wall, his body twitching a tad. Alone.

Pike slips into a deep faint as his wounds are tended to.

Grellin seems to nearly fall asleep as the healer finishes tending to him, most of the pain having been gone, but he was still rather tired. He watches Pike pass out, gazing at the others slowly, sighing a tad, whincing as it hurt his chest.

Silverfangs frowns, he stands, "I have..done all I can do for him, I am sorry time will tell if he...lives or not"

Jake nods and a tear goes down his face, he goes to sit in a chair beside Pike's bed.

Silverfangs looks around "Anyone else need a healer?" He asks softly.

Flicktail says, "Ello Jake, don't be feared o ol Piker, e be too salty to go ta the dark forest yet"

Flicktail says, "Jake you stay ere yer job be to Guard Pike"

Jake nods as he listens to Flicktail "What about that rat?"

Grellin does his best to speak up, wanting to answer this one "I...can assure you...he won't be bothering...anyone again." he wheezed.

Flicktail says, "The Moler be putting im deep in the ground...Martin be dealin wi that one now"

Flicktail offers Grellin a bag of his own seeds

Byronn enters the Infirmary, humming softly. " Well hello there!" he says quietly

Silverfangs walks over to Flicktail "Were you injured?"

Grellin weakly reaches over, smiling as he takes a pawful and chews upon them, feeling a little bit better. Though he could hardly see anymore, his mind feeling clouded.

Flicktail says, "nay ol friend..ol sword be too fast..couple o bruises" he nods to Byronn "Brother Byron...some beasts need yer comfort"

Silverfangs nods, "Alright then"

Byronn nods and sits close to the hamster. " How are you?"

Jake frowns deeply, he sighs "I should have been there to stop him from getting hurt, instead of on the wall tops"

Grellin slowly turns his gaze to Byronn, smiling a tad as he nods, speaking very weakly "A-as..well as someone w-who took a blade t-to the chest can he." he says, trying not to chuckle at that one. "N-Never thought I would...ac-actually fight t-to help other beasts.."

Silverfangs looks over at Jake" Those on the wall tops were just as important my friend."