Sharpfur sniffed curiously at the air and adjusted his spectacles.
He could sense a presence…
Blackpaw woke up. "Hello?"
Sharpfur's ear gave a twitch, and the little weasel turned promptly to the noise's direction, "Hello..."
Blackpaw walked out of the shadows. "Who the heck are you?"
"I could ask ye the same question." Sharpfur replied, his eyes narrowing in dislike.
"Watch your tongue, Smalls. Someone might just cut it off." said Blackpaw.
Sharpfur did not like the tone of this taller weasel. "Ye threatenin' me? Haha! The last beast who threatened me drowned in his own pudding!"
"Ha." said Blackpaw. "I've killed better fighters than you'll ever be. Run along or I'll remove your intestines!"
"It's pronounced IN-TEST-INES, ye unedjucated wretch!" Sharpfur growled and drew his dirk. He had fought older and larger beasts before and if this black-pawed worm thought he could push him around...
Blackpaw took one look at the dirk, and drew his sword and knife, and took up a fighting stance. "You got spine! But will it last?" at this, the black-pawed weasel ran forward, brandishing his weapons.
Sharpfur had enough time to neatly fold his spectacles (it would not do to damage them now) before the other weasel was upon him.
Blackpaw stabbed at the smaller weasel with his knife.
Sharpfur parried the blade with own
Blackpaw's sword flashed out at Sharpfur's throat.
The little weasel only just managed to duck into a roll and avoid what could have been a finishing blow. Getting quickly to his feet the weasel slashed backwards at Blackpaw's exposed... back
Blackpaw yelped as a shallow cut was landed on his back, then remembered a trick Longtail had taught him, and dropped to the floor.
Sharpfur dropped his dirk and backed off hurriedly at the sight of the blood
He hadn't meant to kill the weasel... not another deadbeast
Blackpaw then braced himself on the ground, and pushed off, tackling Sharpfur. "Gotcha now, runt!"
Sharpfur tucked his legs under him and kicked at the larger weasel.
Blackpaw swung his sword, missed, and lashed out with his dagger, inflicting a small cut on Sharpfur's leg.
Sharpfur, deprived of his weapon through trickery, did as he'd always been taught and as instinct decreed and raced away "Can't catch me ye big idjit! Bottle-nosed slow-poke!"
Blackpaw tipped over a large shelf of books in Sharpfur's direction
The bookshelf slammed into the ground- yet Sharpfur, for once lucky to be small, had somehow been spared any pain by virtue of fitting neatly between a pair of shelves. "My turn!" And the books went flying...
Blackpaw heaved a volume labeled "Sixclaw" in Sharpfur's direction.
All 18, 315 words hit Sharpfur in the face
"Try this on for size then!" The little weasel hurled a massive tome of precisely 198, 070 (and counting) words at his opponent. The title of the book was Black and White, and it caught Blackpaw in the stomach.
Blackpaw groaned from the impact, but got up quickly, and began hurling smaller books at Sharpfur.
Sharpfur nimbly dodged the volley of paper projectiles, ducking and weaving between them. Snatching up a dictionary heavy enough to flatten a kitten, the little weasel threw it at Blackpaw with nothing less than extreme prejudice!
Blackpaw narrowly dodged the large book, drew his sword and began to charge Sharpfur.
The weasel ducked low, and tugged the carpet from under his opponent.
Blackpaw screeched as the floor was pulled out from under him, but got up quickly, closed the distance, and slugged Sharpfur in the stomach with all his might.
The smaller weasel was bowled over, the wind having been knocked out of him.
Blackpaw waited for his opponent to get back up, not making a move to attack.
Sharpfur rubbed at his belly as he got up with a groan. "Ye pack a mean swing." He pointed at the floor. "But ye dropped something."
Blackpaw sniggered. "I'm not gonna fall for that old trick."
Sharpfur swiftly brought his knee between the older weasel's legs. "Always have more than one trick up yer sleeve, thick-skull."
Blackpaw fell back from the force of the blow, but got back up, seemingly unfazed. "A long time ago, I learned something from a very smart wildcat. To always wear protection."
"Facts-inating." Sharpfur drawled. "An' I learned from nobeast in particular, that anythin' heavy hurts when it hits ye!" The weasel's claws slashed at the conveniently-placed chandelier rope.
Blackpaw yelled, and dodged the large chandelier, before it hit the floor with an ear shattering crash..
"And I learned from ye that bookshelves make in-tur-esting weapons!" Sharpfur gave a nearby bookshelf, laden with all sorts of volumes of the big and heavy kind, a hard shove and watched in delight as it tipped towards his opponent.
Blackpaw dodged the bookshelf by rolling out from under it, and threw his knife at Sharpfur.
The little weasel sidestepped the blade, and watched as it hit a wooden wall and quivered there.
Blackpaw nodded in approval. "Yer good. Who taught ya to fight?"
The Grey CoincidenceYesterday at 4:52 PM
"Me! Meself! I! Sharp! Fur!" With each syllable he hurled another book at his opponent. He was not necessarily telling the truth, his mother had taught him much and Threeclaw more. But this black-pawed beast didn't need all the details...
Blackpaw had had enough. The weasel grabbed a large book ran forward, and swung it at point blank range at Sharpfur's forehead.
The little weasel stiffened slightly and swayed on the spot, muttering incoherent insults
Blackpaw thought about killing the smaller weasel, but decided to punch him in the stomach instead.
Sharpfur gritted his teeth, snarled, and clamped his jaws shut over his assailant's leg
Blackpaw screeched in rage and pain, and flapped his wounded leg around, and by extension, the smaller weasel with it.
Sharpfur clung on determinedly, rather like a hairy leech
Not that he was sucking the blood or anything, as that would have been cannibalism.
Blackpaw punched the smaller weasel in the face repeatedly.
Sharpfur's claws dug into his aggressor's leg with bloody vengeance
If he hadn't dropped the dirk so early...
Blackpaw screamed once more, and clouted Sharpfur again in the head with a book.
Sharpfur let go, and now aimed to dig his muzzle into his opponent's stomach.
Blackpaw grabbed Sharpfur by the throat and pried him off of his leg, but when Sharpfur came off, so did a chunk of fur.
Sharpfur clawed at the paw holding him, spitting out the larger weasel's fur
Blackpaw yelped in pain, and finally retreated from the smaller weasel, into the shadows.
Sharpfur was thankful for the respite, but knew it would not last long. He scanned the library floor in search of his dirk
If he could just get to it before the larger weasel attacked...
Blackpaw drew his sword and gripped the handle.
Sharpfur scampered over to where he'd dropped his signature weapon, and snatched it into his paw
Blackpaw decided to end this fight, and ran forward, his sword pointed at his opponents back.
Sharpfur raised the dirk in time to parry his opponent's blade, and thereby avoid anything life-threatening, but could not prevent the larger weasel barreling into him with the A-Quiver-Alent Force of a battering ram
Blackpaw slammed Sharpfur against a wall, and then gripped the smaller weasel in a bear hug.
Sharpfur squirmed and struggled like a snake in a bag, but found his arms pinned to his side, his dirk on the floor, and his feetpaws squished against a wall.
Blackpaw held him there for a minute, and then dropped the weasel.
Sharpfur slid to the ground with a groan.
Blackpaw looked down at the weasel contemptuously. "Run."
"Hard... when yer ribs... ache..."
"I'll wait." said Blackpaw. "Just get out of my library."
"It's my library! And I was here first!" Sharpfur growled indignantly, rising shakily to stumbling feetpaws.
"Whatever, Sharpfur." said Blackpaw, rolling his eyes. "Bugger, off!"
Snatching up his dirk, a dictionary and all the books that were his, Sharpfur left. Wait till I tell Ma about this wretch... He'll have it coming then!
Blackpaw slid to the ground with a groan. Random weasels in my attic? What is Redwall coming to?
A/N
Hi, It's One-Eye the wildcat. This story, hopefully the first in a series, was a RP project that me and The Grey Coincidence did on discord.