Vermin Attack!

[Tinsy Stormsight]

*Aren waits a second, scowling, then whistles again. After a moment, he softly curses the rat leading the other band and nods to his vermin.*
Let's go...we've got a job t' do here.
*The small band spreads out and silently begins to scale the trees, most with knives clenched in their fangs.*


*The reason the other band didn't attack was The Major. As soon as he'd heard the blackbird whistle, the big rat had taken the dagger and stabbed the small rat in the back.*
*The rat dropped the dagger, spat on his paws, and nodded.*
*Alright, stick to th' plan, mates. Up the trees we go.
*The second band, now three less, swarms through the undergrowth and into the trees, weapons sheathed.*


OOC: Fun. I get to kill more people.
What's left of the Major's band is completely Ria's old band. They're obviously not too pleased with Aren and Ambar right now...

[Engel]

*As soon as they come into view of the vermin, Balder raises a fist and jerks it down, signaling that the force drop into the underbrush and be still. Engel does the same, eyes flitting quickly between Stoakly and Balder, stomach chewing itself apart with blind fear. The dogfox's ruff is prickling straight up his neck and shoulders, teeth bared and eyes terribly, terribly bright. He's making an odd noise, a repetitive, low, clicking growl, watching the vermin unblinkingly. Unconsciously, she shies back a little, breathing a sigh of relief when he looks over his shoulder and hisses.*

Archers, at the ready. Fire at the trunks. *He holds out his paw level to his shoulder, waiting until the second band is underneath their climbing fellows. Them he lets his paw drop, giving the command lowly but in no uncertain terms.* Fire.

[Strongpaw]

*Strongpaw is very nervous about the attack. Although he is a Salamandastron hare, and he has served as a footfighter, he is scared. quickly he grabs his bow and get´s ready for battle.* ti´s a pity that lifes will be bally well wasted today, wot. *The hare twitches his ear as a sign of sadness. Tension is building up inside Strongpaw as he heads for the battle scene.*

OOC:My bad, thanks for pointing it out Engel.

[Engel]

OOC: Strongpaw, there are vermin swarming into the trees and a handful of archers have just fired at them. Even if the vermin are utterly silent, I'm not precisely sure how your character wouldn't have noticed beasts below him being fired upon.

[Silas]

*Silas hears the characteristic whistle of shafts flying through the air, and peers in the direction of the source of the noise. Apparently, Stoakly, a fox and a stoat he didn't know were leading some villagers in a counter-attack. But against what? Then, he looks up at their targets. Vermin were actually going through the trouble of climbing trees. The battle was here. All he needed to do was join in. He put a paw back into his coat pocket to stroke the cold metal of the amulet, presumably for good luck. Then he drew his sword out.* In the trees! *He alerts the others, and points upwards at the vermin.*