You got the wrong fox

A case of mistaken identities leads to a fight scene on the road way south of redwall. This event happens sometime after the Militia dungeon arch so, presumably in the future.

It is a sunny winter day, and beasts everywhere were enjoying the beautiful weather, though not everybeast was as happy about it as the others. Among these beasts was a certain black fox that, at the moment, was walking down the dirt road, on his way towards Redwall Abbey. He does not stop to admire the trees, or to think about how nice it was, though inwardly he enjoyed not seeing snow for miles in every direction.

Up ahead a trio of beasts are walking down from the path from redwall abbey. One hare, one mouse, and one very, very fat squirrel. All three are dressed in what one would call normal clothes, nothing that stands out too much. SOme green and brown tunics with some coats to keep them warm. They do travel armed though. The hare carries a quarter staff, the others have a short sword at their belt.

Radion raises an eyebrow at the sight of the woodlanders walking the opposite direction. It seems it was very possible that he would be getting some exciting company soon, though he knew it likely wouldn't be exciting for those miserable woodlanders. "Hmph..maybe I'll get lucky and they'll give me a challenge.." He says to himself, snickering at his own comment.

Carlos looks up as he approaches the fox. His eyes widen, holding out a paw to hault his beasts, "It...it can't be!" The mouse says in shock. The hare stammers, "I thought he was up north!" Carlos however narrows his eyes and chitters with excitement. "He matches the description of Nightfur doesn't he..."

Radion continues walking, even though the beasts ahead had stopped. He smirks, seeing the looks of shock. Evidently they thought he was somebeast that he wasn't, but perhaps he would use it to his advantage.

The squirrel begins to draw his blade. "Nightfur, for crimes against Mossflower you have been sentenced to death by the Mossflower Militia. Surrender now and we will make it quick." The hare whispers to Carlos "S-sir, what are you doing...we were ordered to watch Redwall, not bring him in!" Carlos only smiles though, "I see no reason we can't do both."

Radion chuckles softly, though this quickly turns to laughter. The chilling sound echoes across the clearing between Radion and the three beasts. So these beasts thought he was Nightfur eh? Well...they were in for an interesting surprise. He steps forward, drawing his bow and one arrow. "Maybe you should come and force me to surrender squirrel." He calls out mockingly.

Carlos grins with ferril delight, "I was kind of hoping you would say that..." The swollen bellied squirrel nods his head and his two beasts begin to spread out around the fox. He may shoot one, but can he get them all? The hare nervously redies his quarter staff as does the grey furred mouse.

Radion narrows his eyes, bringing his bow up to full draw. These beasts would be regretting trying to take him on. He lets the first arrow fly, watching it slam into the mouse's thigh. He purposely liked to choose rather painful shots just so he could keep his target suffering and alive longer.

The mouse drops to one knee "DAAAAAAAAH!" he shouts. At once the squirrel and hare go after him. The hare trying to club him on the knee and Carlos trying to run him through the chest with his short sword.

Radion sidesteps the sword thrust, tossing his bow none too lightly at Carlos' face, hoping to stun him for a moment. With lightning speed, his twin daggers are drawn and in his paws, though the staff rams into his knee, dropping him to one knee, but both daggers shoot forward to stab into the hare's stomach rather violently.

A look of pain and shock spread through the hare's face, his paws dropping his staff as the blades peirce him. As the hare staggers backward and the squirrel is stunned by a bow flying into his face the wounded mouse yells in pain and anger, limping towards the fox and striking out with his short sword.

Radion turns, still on one knee, and crosses his daggers in front of him, catching the sword on the small x he had created. With a bit of pressure and a deft twist, he hopefully rips the sword right out of the mouse's grip, unless the mouse wasn't so shocked as to lose grip instantly.

The mouse's eyes widen with horror as the blade is ripped from his paws, he barely has enough time to shout in shock as he stumbles forward toward the fox. Carlos comes forward again, aiming a strike on Radion's chest with his blade. The hare meanwhile collapses to his knes, paws clutching tightly at the wounds to his stomach.

Radion rises to his feet, holding both daggers in front of his chest, which stops the sword strike, though the fox is lucky he raised his daggers in time. His leg rears up, then snaps out towards the mouse's face with astounding force.

The mouse goes down and this time for the count, spinning through the air as he lands face first in a pile of snow. The hare finely crumbles to his side, still clutching at his middle. Carlos chitters angrily as his sword. He pulls back on it and slashes at teh fox's middle, and with the flick of his wrist lashes out at his opponents shoulder.

Radion manages to block the first slash at his middle, though the next blow comes too fast for him to do anything to block it. He lets out a sharp yelp of pain as a cut is opened on his shoulder, though he has no time to determine its severity. Stumbling back, he resorts to one of his many backup plans, which in this case is to launch one of his daggers straight at the squirrel. Hopefully his aim remains as true as it usually is.

The knife flies true, digging into Carlos's chest and stopping at his ribs, "BLAZES!" the squirrel shouts at the knife sticking out of his chest then swings again with his sword, this time in both paws.

Radion's eyes widen as he steps back. "You're quite the annoying beast aren't you squirrel?" He asks mockingly, hoping to draw the squirrel into a frenzy. Anger has a tendency to make beasts sloppy, and with slopiness comes...other things.

It works, "Shut yer trap you bleedin slaver scum! Now hold still so i can make a pelt of you right and proper!" Carlos yells as he swings. He can't help but noticed that he is getting tired much easier now that he has rounded out a bit. Maybe...maybe the desk life was a little too soft for him?

Radion smirks, taking step after step backwards, allowing the squirrel to exhaust himself with each swing. Finally, the fox steps in suddenly, raising only one dagger to stop a sword swing dead in its tracks.

With a small grunt, he shoves his free dagger up into Carlos' chest, straight into his heart. He sneers into the squirrel's face as he twists the dagger slowly, then rips it free, the serrated edges creating an even bigger wound.

A pained gasp of breath escapes carlos's lips. He staggers backwards, suddenly weak. He falls to his knees and then his back, clutching at the wound to his chest, "But...no...p-please...not...grk..." Carlos struggles to move but his strength is quickly failing him.

Radion pants softly, smiling down at the squirrel. "Ah..such an entertaining squirrel. Too bad I'm not the beast you think I am." He says with a victorious smile.

Carlos's eyes flash wide, "B-but...w-who..." the squirrel gasps.

Radion chuckles. "My name is Radion, though you won't live long enough to tell anybeast about it." With this, he thrusts his dagger forward into Carlos' throat, smiling down at the dying squirrel.

The squirrel twitches on last time. "no!" Carlos thinks, "Still need to avenge my family. I can't die here...I can't...can't..." The squirrels vision starts to go black. The last thing he sees before life departs him is the grinning face of the fox who killed him...The militia has lost an officer.

Carlos:

The militia offer has gained a considerable amount of weight since being moved to a desk job and away from the front lines of battle. Where the squirrels limbs and chest where lithe and light rolls of flesh hang, his neck has thickened, and where there once was a trim waist line Carlos now has a bulging pot belly.

The squirrel clothes himself in a pattern of simple green cloth garments. A tunic and trousers separated only by a thick brown belt. Attached to his belt is a short double bladed sword with a small hand guard. Across his back a simple short bow is strung with a leather quiver, Both are only ever equipped when the beast knows he is about to go into battle.

A brightly colored red triangle cap sits between his ears, it has a long feather plume in it.

Carlos is my alt. He started out as an npc in a yet to be logged scene with the militia. That was before i got my account. He was gravely wounded in battle and shipped off to a medical tent. After he recovered he was put behind a desk and given a more secular role.

Radion: Radion is a black furred fox with a pair of piercing blue eyes that stare mercilessly at their target with ruthless cruelty. He is clothed with a full suit of thick leather armor which allows him to move quickly and quietly along. At his belt are twin daggers and on his back is a bow and a quiver of black shafted arrows, waiting to bring death to their victims. His face is at first rather inviting, but looking closer at his eyes reveals the malice hidden behind them. The fox's arms are brawny, but not too brawny, and his rough paws are curled slightly, as though they were used to being ready to flay a victim at a moment's notice.

I may start posting what alts look like at the end of logs so people can get a better idea of what they look like...assuming I am not too lazy to keep up with it. Also, this is the first alt of mine to be killed.