Fighting the lone one

[Lars and Evil Sunfire]

Retribution... I will have retribution against all evil vermin... I will ha...

Who dares interupt my thoughts?

**Lars had been deep in thought... That is until somebeast interupted him.**

I will not ask again... If you are friend, state your reasons for interupting me. If you are foe, prepare to die...

**Drawing his blade, Lars stood up from the water-washed rock he had been sitting against.**

[Tsarmina and Gingevere]

** A wildcat comes out of the shadows holding up a mace.**

If you consider wildcats as friends, then yes. I'm a friend. But..if you are a good beast, then we shall spar...maybe even to death.. maybe not..

**Tsarmina stops walking and goes into a battle stance.**

Prepare to face defeat, fieldmouse! I will not waste my breath on telling thou why had interrupted your thoughts.

OOC: If we are going to fence, then count me out! I don't know a thing about fencing. I can only fight with my claws and mace. NO FENCING!

[Lars and Evil Sunfire]

OOC: I barely know how to fence, so no. It's just a spar.

BIC: Defeat? My father knew no defeat till a poison-laced blade's curse killed him. It slowed him down and that got him killed in one glorious, final battle at Redwall Abbey. I, like my father, Raiden A. U. Silversword VII, have never know defeat against scum like you. A beast strikes me? Nemo Me Impune Lacessit. No one hurts me and gets away with it. Vermin took my father from me. That hurt me. I will have my retribution. Not with your death, or mine, but with the death of a killer nineteen years free and un-punished.

**While he had been talking, Lars had turned round to face Tsarmina, his own body tensed, crouched, and ready.**

Your move cat-face.

OOC: No offence ment by the insult/s, it's Lars's hatred of evil beasts talking... It's also a long story...

[Tsarmina and Gingevere]

OOC: None taken. But, cat-face? Is that all you got?

BIC:**Tsarmina sneers at Lars.**

Alright, Lars. But call me vermin again and you are a fried fieldmouse. Got that? Give me your best shot.

**Tsarmina leaps at Lars with her claws out hoping to get him in the stomach.**

[Lars and Evil Sunfire]

OOC: No, I have more, but the censor would overload...

BIC: I called you "Scum" not vermin. I don't like either too well.

**Hopping backwards from Tsarmina's claws, he lashed out with his longsword, aming to sever the head of the mace and rob it's owner of the dangerous head settled on top.**

Fried fieldmouse? Heared it before you no-good-down-right-dirty-mouse-attacking-fish-faced-floppy-eared-excuse-for-a-wild-cat.

OOC: Better than my last one eh?

[Tsarmina and Gingevere]

OOC: Yep. That is much better.

BIC: **Tsarmina dodged the attack by doing a backflip. She whipped her tail forward and tried to trip Lars. Then she grabbed her mace and hit Lars' longsword.**

Fish-faced-floppy-eared-excuse-for-a-wild-cat? You should look at yourself you dirty-uncoordinated-lowlife-showoff-who-is-a-coward-at-heart-sorry-excuse-for-a-fieldmouse! At least I don't have any scars of my old enemies. I finished them all off without getting a scratch.

[Lars and Evil Sunfire]

My scars are badges of honour. Just like my father's were.

**Lars let Tsarmina's tail strike the platemail armour on his leg, while he droped his longsword under the mace.**

There's always a first time. Always.

**Lars swung his right fist at Tsarmina's stomach in an attempt to wind her.**

[Tsarmina and Gingevere]

Oh yeah? I have badgers of honour in my robe, too. But at least I won them. I didn't let my enemies make them for me.

**Tsarmina felt the blow hit her stomach. She flipped in mid-air and lended on her knees. Her claws scratched the ground. Tsarmina got back up while holding up her mace. She jabbed it on her enemie's longsword, hoping that he would lose his grip.**

[Lars and Evil Sunfire]

I carry scars as badges of honour because they remind me of powerful foes that I have bested in combat.

**The mace collided with the longsword, wrenching it from the mouse's grasp.**

If I were you, I'd hope that my sword wasn't damaged. It was my father's.

[Tsarmina and Gingevere]

**Tsarmina glared at her foe.**

Why would I hope that your PATHETIC sword wasn't damage? That little piece of metal called a 'longsword' can't even dent my mace.

**She aimed for Lars' head and then gave a hard blow.**

OOC: You know I don't really mean anything that I say, it's Tsarmina who would.

[Lars and Evil Sunfire]

OOC: I know.

BIC: **Ducking the mace, Lars grabbed the hilt of his sword and stood back up facing Tsarmina.**

This blade was my father's. He used it to smite the purvayers of evil and darkness. Be lucky that cobalt and steel alloy make a hard blade, or you would be needing to flee.

**Suddenly, without seeming to move from the spot where he stood, Lars unleashed a slashing strike aimed at the wildcat's chest.**

[Tsarmina and Gingevere]

**Tsarmina saw the attack and blocked it with her mace. Then, she aimed at her foe's throat and used her footpaw to strike**

[Lars and Evil Sunfire]

OOC: Can we put this on hold while the sparing tourny is on please?

[Tsarmina and Gingevere]

OOC: Sure thing.