Let's Jam {Vsevolod}

[Nagini]

"I'm leaving."

Well I'm not about to stay here, Morwenna thought as she watched Vsevolod tromp past. She was about to turn and follow him, when the unknown creature became more of a threat.

"Be sure to tell the Scythe next time you see him, if you ever do, that his son is waiting!"

What the hell?! was all Morwenna had time to think before she found herself jerking out of the way of a knife.

Think might not've even been the right word. It was more like felt. There was no time for the words to form in her head, but she knew what she was on about. Oh yes, she definitely knew what she was on about.

What the hell indeed. First this nasty, bloody, deformed beast had gotten their attention and now the damn thing was attacking them!

((I wasn't entire sure of how much I should have happen in this, so I'm pretending it takes place in a very, very short space of time to avoid implications that Morwenna's just standing there the whole time Dakker's charging.))

[Maxodis]

Preoccupied with the task of angrily stomping away, Vsevolod missed the miraculous transformation of Dakker from a pathetic-looking creature to that of a vicious, snarling, rapidly-approaching blur. The change became rapidly apparent to the retreating ferret, not by the young creature's sudden change in tone or his words, but in a manner not unlike the feeling that fueled Morwenna's reaction.

The ferret was no ordinary creature. That much was easy enough to determine considering his lengthy time serving as one of N'Tashi's captains. To be certain, it had been his wits and cunning that hat landed him in the position, but it was his honed survival instincts that had kept him safe from the overly ambitious for so many years.

The role of a sniper, above all, was to be aware of his surroundings. To that end, over the many years of ritualistic training he'd put himself through, Vsevolod's reactions were almost uncanny. Far from perfect, his years of training had only really served to gain him a second of reaction time. Hardly more than a minute advantage over others, but there were the times when that second was what counted.

With several fresh doses of alcohol pumping through his system on top of the massive hangover that was plaguing him, its unsurprising then that the ferret didn't immediately catch on to the danger at paw. The young creature's outburst reached his ears, but no significance immediately came to light. He would never have expected the impending attack were it not for a spontaneous reaction that came in the form of a sudden and oppressive feeling that something had gone terribly wrong.

As he whirled around, he took the situation in on the fly. None of it... really made any sense. Still, whether it made sense or not, it was happening. His paw went first to the blade strapped to his leg, closing around...

The burlap-covered hilt.

Of course it was wrapped securely and in no position to be drawn quickly. His bow was still strapped to his back, and unstrung in any case. His arrows were next to useless by themselves. He'd walked into this extremely unprepared. How terribly stupid.

There was no time left, the deformed creature was almost upon him. Vsevolod's eyes narrowed with disgust as he saw his assailant's bloody claws widen with anticipation. Only one thought blared across his mind.

Not today.

Before he was truly aware of his own action, his arm was already cocked back, his paw gripping the metal flask tightly enough that his claws scratched its polished surface. He threw his weight into the punch, aimed directly at the small creature's center of mass.

[greek101]

With a sickening THUD, the metal flask rammed into Dakker's charging body with a jolt of pain. The hit jolted him off his momentum so bad that Dakker went spinning and rammed into a tree. Dakker collapsed at the base of the tree.

Grunting, Dakker struggled to stand up. "So... ferret is strong. Pitty...." Dakker spat out blood upon the ground and possibly a tooth as well as he gripped the tree to sturdy himself as he stood. "Strength can't win this fight..."

Dakker snarled and started to approach the male ferret once more, but slowly this time. In his demented mind, Dakker went over his strategy. So the fast attack didn't work, he decided that it would be better try the slower approach. He was not going to lose.

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((Sorry, short and long coming...))

[Nagini]

Morwenna mentally winced at the noise the thing's body made when it connected with Vsevolod's flask-fist. The beast deserved it though and Morwenna still felt nothing non-violent for it.

"Oi!" the pale ferret shouted, bringing herself between Vsevolod and their attacker. Morwenna was happy to glare and bare her teeth at the advancing creature as she growled growled, "Get out of here before I skewer you."

She was perfectly prepared to make due on the threat too, standing strong in a position where she could very well take something off if charged. The only thing to see was whether or not she would be charged, but she wasn't taking any chances. If all that thing had were its paws and teeth, it wouldn't get past the glaive's guisarme if she could help it...

((Meh. I'm not very pleased with this post, but it's here.))

[Maxodis]

The good thing about alcohol is that it dulls pain. The bad thing about alcohol... is that it dulls pain. With these identical contradictory concepts in mind, its then unsurprising that a great deal of confusion overcame Vsevolod after connecting the fantastic punch. Immediately after, the now dented and blood-smeared flask fell from his nerveless claws into the snow. Thinking it had merely slipped his grasp, he bent quickly to retrieve it, only to find that his paw was refusing to open properly, instead insisting on twitching in a spasmodic manner. His confusion was only amplified by the lack of pain, which was the defining underlying cause linking both failures in motor function. Pain was slow in coming, but it did not take more than a few moments for his confusion to become painfully clear.

"Oi! Get out of here before I skewer you."

Some of the severity in Morwenna's adamant command was lost, as immediately after she had finished, a long string of carefully-chosen four-letter words shot out through Vsevolod's gritted teeth. It was becoming rapidly clear that the full-body blow, while epic, had likely done more damage to his own paw than it had done to the creature. He dropped to his knees and shoved his agonized paw deep into the snow, shutting his eyes tight against the pain as he shakily sought to overcome it.

(( I don't like it, but meh.))

[greek101]

Dakker saw as his enemy struggle to control his paw. Perfect! Now was the time to strike! Dakker started to close in on the male ferret when the pale female stepped in his way.

"Oi! Get out of here before I skewer you."

Stopping, Dakker looked up into the female ferret eyes, his lazy one locked on her face. "Go ahead." He replied with a shrug. "It's not like I care."

Dakker plopped down in the wet mush on his crooked tail. "In fact, that would make me happy...yes....happy...." Dakker chuckled oddly to himself. "Yes...happy...Father would be happy too...Redin never did like leave his jobs unfinished...and you.." He looked off into the space next to him and paused for a moment, like he was waiting for a response.

He nodded and turned back to the pale female ferret. "He agrees. Kill me....If you dare..."