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*As the sword glowed, Carrtagh's smile grew, if anything, wider. "The sword of Dethak." He once more began to laugh, then in a roar spoke. "GIVE YOURSELF UP, PEGASUS." He chuckled. "It is useless."*

*Oak could hear every word spoken by that albino, the beast that wore her best friend as a cape. Her eyes burned with rage, rage out of fear.*

"What do you say... to me trying to help you little man?" he asked. This was what Anka had been searching for for 8 years... since his mother and father died and passed on thier knowlage to him...

Gildra ignored the question as he was slowly getting nearer to the wolf's leg. He wondered if the wolf had ever had any sharp pointy objects enter it's leg. Well, there was always time for new experiences.

He poked the bare foot with a kodachi.

Anka shook his head. He could tell that he was going to cause trouble. He stayed close so he could bail Gildra out in the tight sitution that was probably about to unfold.

"Dethak?" Thornwhistle said, "Who is Dethak? You, wolf, speak to Thornwhistle of the Icehoof clan of Windshear!" And, with that, Thorn lunged at the albino wolf, fighting back a war cry. His purple eys blased with fury, a lapse in his usually calm apperance.

*Carrtagh has shockingly not notices being jabbed in the foot... he charged without a further word at Thorn, releasing that terrible noise again. His right hand held the scimitar - which released Leone's weapon - and the left went to his other scimitar. He went to clash blades with Thornwhistle.*

*As the two swords met, the door burst open once again. "STOP!" called a vaugely feminine voice with a somewhat scottish accent - lightning struck and all that could be seen was her outstretched hand.*

[[Heh... "STOP!" cried the Archbishop. WOO. *looks for Hunchback*]]

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Anka looked to the door. The figure looked like that of a woman. She yelled something he couldn't make out because of the thunder and lightning. The figure was just a siluette ((SP?)).

(Heehee. Monks...)

Ishka gave a startled squeak as the main fighting began. Once more she hid her face with her wings, but this time, that wasn't the only thing she was doing. This time she grabbed the dagger inside her pack. Chances were she wouldn't use it, but, she wanted to have it just in case.

She dropped her wing lower, just enough so that she could see what was going on. Almost immediately, the door opened once more, and a voice called out stop.

Ishka's gaze shifted over to the door, once more to eye the newcomer.

"Show yourself! Step into the light if you are to not be considered a threat!" he shouted to the figure

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Gildra stormed around at not being noticed by that wretched wolf. It was sort of amusing to those who could see as he was about 1 millimeter tall now.

"Oh yes, the tinderbox...Now where did I put it?"

He stormed around some more when he discovered he'd either lost it or left it at home, five hundred miles away. Then, angry at the wolf's foot for no apparent reason, he continued to jab at it, wondering just how much pain a miniscule sword could do to somebody.

[I think I have anger management issues... ]

Nunaamre looked at the newcomer, he had taken a defensive position to prepare for the oncoming onslaught by the wolf. "What, another crazy girl? What is the world coming to?" He slightly lowered his weapons, still prepared for anything that might happen.

The sword hilts locked, and Thornwhistle could feel the strength of the wolf. He cast an eye - only one, mind you, the other was still on the wolf - at the newcomer. The pegasus's wings quivered, as if he felt a presence of something...intresting. Thorn quickly brought up one hoof and landed a kick squarely in the wolf's cheast, pushing the two away, and unlocking the swords.

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[[Nah, it's assumed that all actions are attempts, no change nesscessary.]]

*As Thorn kicked Carrtagh, he brought the other sword around in an attempt to cut off his leg, but it only thudded into his hoof, becoming stuck. (Still, Ow.) He brought the sword around to point at Thornwhistle's throat - they would probably be locked there for a while like that.*

*The sillhouette flashed once more, a hooded and cloaked figure against the night. A tattered cape billowed around as rain began to pour in. "Leave the Pegasus alone," it spoke firmly... and did not step into the light. Whoever it was was far more concerned with Carrtagh than being percieved as a threat; indeed, if they were, the better!*

*Carrtagh started to feel a tickle in his paw.*

Thorn cried out as the blade was stuck. He brought his sword up, in a swift slashing motion...that missed(enter much profanity on Thorn's part...). His attention had been far too drawn to the newcomer. Still, there was something about the person's voice, something almost... reasuring, perhaps.

Anka wached the hooded woman walk past him. He was not used to being ignored, He became quite agitated. Anka raised his staff and pointed it at her, wind escaped from it's end he was trying to blow down the hood to catch a glimse of who had just entered.