Belko Bluetail may have been small, and not but a squirrel, but he was a mercenary and therefore new a bit about self defense. The wolf however, had quite a bit more experience and the swing of his mace wouldn't easily be blocked. Belko through up his blade even though he new the wolf would easily break his parry. He also performed an odd duck and backstep as he blew into his pipe, this time aiming for Xylon's right eye.
Time seemed to slow, as both combatants leaned in opposite directions. The mace clanged pushed the sword, but did not break past it. A dart flew near the wolf's right eye, slicing his cheek. He winced, just once, before snagging the chain of the mace with his free paw and snapping it back at the squirrel.
Belko had mixed feelings of satisfaction as the dart sliced Xylon's cheek, and dread terror as his blade went fying. Even then the spiked ball was coming back at him. The only thing he could do was attempt a jump, which he did. However he did not put enough energy into it as loaded another dart, he wouldn't be able to dodge the mace completely. At the last moment in the air he blew into the pipe nanoseconds before the mace sturck his foot and sent him spinning onto the ground, dropping his pipe and landing on his face.
((You know both our charries are mercenaries. Perhaps somehow this fight will turn out so they join together *hoping for Belko's life*))
OOC: It's possible. But only gradually. MUHAHAHAHAHAhahaha...Ahem.
Xylon felt grim satisfaction as the mace hit the squirrel footpaw in midair, spinning him onto the ground. This lasted only for a second as a dart stuck into his forehead. Growling slightly, he plucked it out and flicked it away, a small trickle of blood spouting out. Dabbing at the wound, he let the spiked ball lie on the ground while he knelt down to the squirrel's face.
"Squirrel, I am countless seasons old, and still in my prime. I have traveled many lands, and have participated in many battles. You, being a squirrel, are smaller and weaker than me. You also have nought but a sword and harmless darts to protect you, and you stand and fight me?"
((ooh, this looks interesting,... ok, this is is a pretty poor post, but bear with me. )) Quixo, the theif watched the situation grimmly from a distance. The wolf seemed to be talking up the squirrel now. probably some sort of a run up to the squirrel's imminent death, or eternal service of some sort. Flicking the soil from his leather gloves, he made his decision. he sauntered towrds the pair, and stood at a respectable distance, unless the wolf prooved to much for him, and yelled, "Oi! Yeah, you." and rested his hand cooly on the knife hilt that was attatched to his belt.
This is an outrage! I can't even get past first stage of security. I'm meant to be in there. Cripe, I'd get further dressed as Osama for Heaven's sakes... (Anyone hear about the chasers?? If you are American you might have. The comedians. Geez, I love 'em.)
The wolf stood up and turned around to face the voice; he did not like being disturbed. The mace lay motionless, lying in his left claw, but the free claw was already flashing around Xylon's body, and then stopped, a steel throwing knife held tight within it. The killer growled. "What do you want?" he barked at the theif.
Belko looked up at Xylon in what seemed to be fear, but he would never truly show it. "I do expect that you'd be a tad bigga than me mate," he said, trying to keep an even voice. "An' I reckon you got no real grudge against a poor ol' bluetail loike meself," he continued, his woad colored tail twitching as he spoke of it. As the wolf raised his head and spoke to the fox, the injured squirrel roled his eyes. Now there's a bloody vermin here! he thought to himself. It was only after that thought that he realized his footpaw was so badly injured. It seemed to be clumped in an awkward way, and his big toe was sticking out awkwardly. "Well ye nicked me bloody paw there pretty well mate!" he commented with a smile. "I reckon it ain't polite fer you ta be nickin' poorbeasts paws when they don't even know their assaulters name!" he said to Xylon, in the back of his mind expecting another blow from the wolf.
((Hey, hey! I see I've got some karma now! First time I've ever had any on an RP site))
Getting up from his curled-up and concealed position in the clearing, Silas looked about, awakened from his sleep by the sounds of battle. Instantly becoming aware of the situation, he looked first at the wolf, then at the squirrel, whose tail was dyed blue, then at Quixo, who was interrupting the confrontation. Realizing that he was nearly within range of Xylon's throwing blade, he wisely crawled his way around the scene so that he could try and save the squirrel. He looks familiar... Silas thought as he eyed the wolf for any signs of noticing him.
Huh? Belko thought. He heard somebeast, somebeast near. He couldn't tell who's side he/she would take if she got involved but just in case the newcomer was on his side, he didn't move, still waiting for Xylon to respond.
As Silas slid in behind him, he attempted to communicate with Belko from a small distance, whispering. Unconsiously, he dropped into his own language as he tried to ask what was going on. "Hai, Jen Olec?"
Belko, still on the ground, turned around to see a squirrel like himself, muttering something in a different language. "Err, what was that mate?" he asked softly, hoping Quixo had got enough of Xylon's attention.
((Is the language your speaking ancient squirrel or something))
((It is an ancient dialect used exclusively by certain squirrel clans. The four clans wanted to communicate in a universal lingo, so they threw all four languages together, creating Ancient Squirreltounge.))
Silas repeated himself in the normal language, realizing he was not of one of the clans that used the language. "I said, Are you okay? Seems you got into some trouble..." he gestures with a nod of his head towards the wolf.
"Right, it'd be noice ta leave," he said, glancing back at Xylon. "Alright, let's g-, wait a tick, me sword!" he exclaimed, realizing it had been knocked out of his hand of his hand for the first time. "Agh! Me blowpipe too!" he said. "Lissen mate. I'll go with ya, but I'm gonna need me weps! I mean whats a mercenary wiv out his blinkin' weps!" he said, he voice becoming uncharacteristically nervous.
((I'm gonna wait for a few other people to post, can't have all the action goin' on between just two characters right?))