Confrontation: Vizon Rok and Ty Sabre vs The wolf pack

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He takes about five paces before he sees Vizon and waves over at him, swaggering over with a slight smile, "So where's Mnemeh?" </div> <div> "She just left." Vizon crosses his arms and leans back in the chair, "I'm guessing you don't want a drink." </div> <div> **Shatter comes in, with two large male wolves behind her. The larger of the two, Hellsbane, has the rope on his belt and a spear in his paw, and Ronin, the other male, has a sword by his side in its sheath. Shatter's Indian battle-ax is on her back with the sheath. They look around like predators, though Ronin looks quite calm</div> <div> ** Ty sits across from Vizon, back to the doors, "Why'd she leave? I thought we were supposed to meet?" Vizon goes rigid and his eyes grow wide, "Oh....this is bad...."</div> <div> *Shatter picks up on Ty's scent, and looks over to where he is sitting. Seeing them as well, Ronin puts a paw on Shatter's shoulder, and Hellsbane's grip on the spear tightens</div> <div> * Seeing Vizon's reaction, Ty feels a chill run up his spine, he swallows and dares to turn... </div> <div> *the three make their way over there. Shatter's ears are back, but not pressed flat, and Ronin's ears are perked forward, and he's now in the lead</div> <div> *"Aw, crap, Ty, I'm sorry - they haven't been here for days...I didn't think they'd show up...." He slowly stands, fingertips on the table, his fur standing up on end as he faces the wolven threat. </div> <div> "I could sure use that drink now..." Ty mutters, but remains seated.  </div> <div> *Ronin stops, as does the others, when he gets to their table. His paw is on the hilt of his sword* Where is the child?</div> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="07020680.jpg" border=0 width="288" height="360" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <div> Ty's heart beats faster, adrenaline filling his system. Fight or flight. Fight or flight. He'd been running for so long, but the penalty for fighting would most likely be death - and he couldn't run now. The only alternative to death would be giving away their hiding place, but Ty felt he had to protect the pup...and Martes for that matter. What could he do? He didn't want to leave Meck alone in the world, and he didn't really want to die... Ty remains silent, paws over his eyes, elbows on the table. </div> <div> Vizon pulls out his sword, ready to defend his friend when the moment comes... </div> <div> *Ronin's paw remains still* We won't harm you. Just tell us where the child is. We just want our kin back. </div> <div> Ty thinks of Meck, of the worry and agony he and the old martin went through, helping the pup stay alive and recover. He remembers the mock battles when he lost to Meck, voluntarily and the jokes they'd played on Martes. What would life be without the pup now? Back to the hard ale, he supposed. But something in him refused to give up. He could never go back to being a drunk and a cheap hired hand, he'd become a father again. He couldn't lose another child.... Ty looks into Ronin's eyes, "No." </div> <bR> <div> *Ronin remains calm, though his eyes show more than anger* The child is the heir to the pack. We will get him back one way or another. Either you tell us now, or we will skewer you. Unless we come to an arrangement, we will kill you for your arrogance. </div> <div> Ty rises to his feet, all traces of fear long gone. His jaw is set and his eyes stare back at Ronin steadily, "Then kill me now." </div> <div> Vizon steps toward him, "Ty, what are you doing?" </div> <div> Ty knew that if he reached for his axe, it would only justify their killing him. He holds a paw up to Vizon. </div> <div> So be it then. *Ronin unsheathes his sword, and holds it in both paws</div> <div> *For once, Vizon loses it, "Ty, no! Don't do this! You don't have to!" He dodges around the table and comes at Ronin roaring, sword raised to strike.  </div> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="2b740d00.jpg" border=0 width="576" height="720" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <div> Ty remains where he is, his breath comes quicker, his chest is pounding, but for once, he feels he is doing the right thing. </div> <div> *Hellsbane swings the staff of the spear around Vizon's torso area as he comes near Ronin</div> <div> * Vizon has to deviate his intended target to Hellsbane. He grapples the spear around and down, pushing it to the floor where he steps on it with his boot and thrusts his sword toward the wolf's chest. </div> <div> *Hellsbane drops the spear as Vizon steps on it and hops back, and Shatter intercept the sword with the battle-ax</div> <div> * Their weapon's clash, but Vizon moves like a flash, thrust parry, jab, block, false swing, slash....Vizon's incentive is his and his friend's lives, he is going berserk. </div> <div> *Shatter holds him off by blocking expertly with the ax, while Hellsbane, behind Vizon, works the end of the rope into a noose. Ronin stares coldly at Ty</div> <div> * Vizon hacks and slashes with all his agility and strength, fangs bared - a battle-axe is large, dangerous, and strong, but Vizon is quick, the swings of the heavy weapon are slow. As he dodges another swing he counters with a swing of his sword, but at the same time he kicks Shatter in the knee. </div> <div> Ty lifts his chin and holds his ground. After all, Ronin still has his sword raised. </div> <div> *Shatter spins the ax around so that Vizon's foot comes in contact with the blade. </div> <div> Ronin speaks* Why won't you tell us? The child doesn't belong to you.  </div> <div> The blade slices through the black boot's toe and cuts deep into Vizon's foot. His only response is to roar louder and bring his blade up in an arc toward Shatter's chin as she raises the axe again.  </div> <div> Ty narrows his eyes at Ronin, "I can't. You'll never understand."</div> <div>  [Ronin] I know you're the only father the child's ever known, but you stole the child from us. The child is ours. We will get him back. You could never give him what we can. </div> <div> Ty shakes his head, still meeting Ronin's gaze, "I can not lose another child...another family. That is why I asked to die. I will fight for him to death." </div> <div> Shatter flattens her ears and ducks, just as Hellsbane swings the noose over Vizon's head</div> <div> * Vizon flinches in surprise as the rope tightens around his throat. With his free paw, he pulls at it, then as his breath is cut off, he drops his sword and claws at the noose desperately. </div> <div> *Shatter grabs the sword when he drops it. Hellsbane yanks back on the rope. </div> <div> With a choking gasp Vizon is pulled off his feet. He hits the ground, thrashing, his eyes bulging and his teeth grinding together as air, so essential for life is denied him. </div> <div> [Ronin] You think I'm heartless, don't you? No, I just want my nephew back. Though, what I have in mind is breaking tradition completely, but it'd be the only way to make the child happy...  </div> <div> Ty looks past Ronin and glimpses Vizon, struggling on the floor, gripping the constricting rope around his neck, "Vizon!" Vizon's mouth is open, gasping, but sucking in nothing as his eyes glare and search for any means of escape. He sees Ty, but can only look at him for a few seconds before flashes of light begin to dance across his vision. He is suffocating.</div> <div>  *Shatter stands next to Vizon and puts a foot paw down on his chest, put doesn't push. Hellsbane holds Vizon's head tightly, and allows the noose to loosen a little bit so he could breathe. Shatter crouches down and sits on Vizon's legs, and starts checking him all over for other weapons</div> <div> * Vizon gasps, heavily and hoarsely as oxygen once again fills his lungs. Shatter finds a dagger at his side and a small knife in his boot. Ty looks toward his friend anxiously, but doesn't move. He wrings his paws together and turns back to Ronin, a pleading look on his face. </div> <div> *Ronin also glances at them, but turns back and sees the look* It's alright, they won't kill him yet. We're trying to unshed as much blood as possible. Are you willing to listen now? </div> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="28c5e610.jpg" border=0 width="606" height="609" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <bR> <div> "Now that you have my best friend at blade point?" Ty replies bitterly, then pauses. "What is it?" </div> <div> *finding the dagger, she wraps it in a cloth and sticks it in her belt, then takes off his boots and examines them. She finds a knife in one of them, and does the same with that. She throws the boots away. Hellsbane tighten the noose, but not all the way</div> <div> * Vizon yells in pain as Shatter pulls off his left boot, blood pouring from a huge gash in his foot that almost severed it in two. </div> <div> *Shatter realizes what she did, and takes out another cloth and wraps his paw in it, and tightens it, so the blood might stop the it's flow* Where's Tovah when ya need 'er, eh? *says Shatter*</div> <div>  Vizon grits his teeth and roars at the touch of the cloth and almost screams at the pressure put upon it. He is beaten at last. Vizon's body shudders and every muscle in his body is rigid. His hands tremble under the strain, veins prominent and claws sinking deep into the rope.</div> <div>  [Ronin] *knowing that Ty's cornered, he re-sheaths his sword* Shatter and I have discussed it many a time, and with the whole of the pack. We've decided that, if you're willing to learn our traditions and respect them, you can be part of the pack. Granted that you'd be the lowest rank, you'd be allowed to interact with the child as he too learns our ways. What say you?</div> <div>  Ty swallows, his eyes darting around as his thoughts run wild - would it work? Could he do such a thing? He doubted a rough hard-lived sailor could ever fit, but this was his chance. A way out. Ty looks at the ground and sighs, then looks back up at Ronin, "Yeah, I s'pose I cain do that. If'n that be thur only way." [</div> <div> Shatter] *to Hellsbane* He ain't goin' nowheres, so I'll get Tovah. *she gets up and rushes out. Minutes later she returns with another she-wolf, though this one looks hardly aggressive*  *Tovah shakes her head as she unwraps the cloth from the paw. She takes a cloth and wraps it where a vein would be, and ties it tightly. (that would stop the heavy flow of blood)* Shatter, get a big bowl of hot water, and sprinkle this in it. *she hands Shatter and small pouch and she runs off. She returns about five minutes later (that's long considering the situation) with it and sets it in front of Tovah. Tovah puts Vizon's paw in the bowl, holding it together*</div> <div> Vizon's muscles relax a little, and his breathing becomes less like quick gasps and more regular. He shuts his eyes, grimacing, tears squeezing out from between the lids as his paw is dunked and squeezed. </div> <div> *Ronin sets his paws on Ty's shoulders gently* Then, when your friend is better, we shall begin the ceremony of making you a part of the pack. You won't be harmed, but thought of as a funny-looking wolf. *he chuckles slightly* </div> <div> Ty watches Vizon as he speaks, his brow drawn together worriedly, "Er - will 'e be alright?"  </div> <div> *he smiles* Tovah's taking care of him. She's knowledged with many healing techniques and herbs, taught by Yehudi the Great. He'll be fine. </div> <div> Ty is sure he will have trouble becoming part of a wolf pack, but he is even more sure that Vizon will not take this union very well. Ty hopes that Vizon will understand and not hate him for the rest of his life....  Yehoodee? Tovah? These names mean nothing to Ty, but he supposes they will eventually. He looks upon the future with a little hope and a lot of fear.... </div> <div> *Shatter puts a stick wrapped in soft leather with many bite marks between Vizon's teeth* Use this. It helps.  </div> <div> He spits it at her hatefully, then groans as a new wave of pain is sent up through his entire being.  </div> <div> *Right about now, Vizon's paw should be numb. Tovah nods to Hellsbane, and he props Vizon up. Shatter has a flask of herbal water in her paw, and sprinkles an herb in it. She puts it to Vizon's mouth and speaks* Drink this. *and angles the flask so some of the water flows in his mouth</div> <div> *By now, Vizon is too exhausted (not to mention, delusional) to protest anything else and drinks the water. It flows smoothly down his raw throat and he slips into a deep sleep even before the potion takes affect. </div> <div> *Tovah takes out a sterilized needle and thread, looks to Shatter, who tweaks Vizon's nose</div> <div> * He's out cold. If he wasn't, he'd be highly insulted by a "nose tweeking". </div> <div> *Shatter nods to Tovah, and she lifts Vizon's paw out of the water. She cleans off the wound, and starts to bind the wound with the needle and thread*</div> <bR> <div> [Ronin] This is a lot better than fighting, eh? </div> <div> Ty forces a smile, but looks at his feet. He feels guilty about Vizon. Here his best friend has just thrown his life away to save him, and not only did he not lift a paw to help, but now he's joined the enemy...."Vizon, please forgive me..." he thinks to himself.  Suddenly a thought strikes him, "'Ey, uh, Ronin - I got a small question fer ya.........will I still be able ta come an' visit me pals?"</div> <div>  *Ronin nods* If we pass by, yes. Sometimes when we're in the area and we camp close to here, we go and get supplies and whatnot. You'll soon understand why most wolf packs are nomadic. </div> <div> "Oh I will, will I?"  Ty looks at his paws and then out the Dancehall door, "Um, cain I stay with Vizon tonight and take ya ta Meck tomorra mornin'?  I kinda want ta be thur when 'e wakes up ta tell 'im what's goin' on." </div> <div> Ronin nods, "Sure. I'll stop by in the morning." *Tovah finally finishes stitching Vizon's paw. She snaps the thread and carefully ties it off. She then takes an herb poultice and wraps it around the paw. She calls to Ronin* He should wake in about an hour or so, Ronin. </div> <bR> <div> [Later...]</div> <bR> <div>  Vizon wakes with a start to an all-too-familiar ceiling.  The infirmary.     "Vizon,"  a familiar voice breaks the silence.  Vizon turns his head and sees Ty sitting beside his bed.  Vizon smiles,     "Hey - you made it out alive after all."  Ty nods, his face drawn.  He looks out the window, avoiding Vizon's gaze.  "What?  What happened?"  Ty looks at the ground and puts his paws together behind his back,     "Vizon, I - I've joined thur wolf pack."  Vizon sits bolt upright,     "You what???"  Ty swallows,     "It'wer the only way - if I 'adn't, they woulda killed ya - an' me, an' maybe even Martes an' then taken Meck away."  Vizon begins shaking his head at Ty, disbelieving.  Ty continues, "Vizon, they 'ad ya on the ground at thur mercy, I couldn't exactly negotiate."  Vizon understands, but it was not in his nature to forgive and forget.  He says nothing, only glares.  Ty looks at Vizon, apprehensive, "I'm sorry."  Vizon throws off the covers of the bed and finds his foot wrapped thick with bandages.  As he lifts his feet off the bed, tendons and muscles twitch involuntarily in the wounded foot and he grits his teeth, ignoring the pain.  He stands on his right foot and looks around.  Ty hands him a pair of crutches.  Vizon yanks them away and limps away without a word, leaving Ty standing by himself. After a few minutes of staring out the window, Ty sighs sadly and walks out the back door shaking his head.  He sits in the dust against the back of the building and waits for Ronin, burrying his head in his arms...</div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id39.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Aftermath: Ty, Meck, and the wolves"><U><IMG SRC="25d3c3f0.jpg" border=0 width="60" height="63" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></U></A>   <A HREF="id39.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Aftermath: Ty, Meck, and the wolves"><U>Aftermath:  Ty, Meck, and the wolves</U></A></div> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>