Attack in the Glen

Emberclaw was making his way back out of the woods and into the glen from his training. He had meant to be there longer, but decided against it as people in The Guardians may need to speak with him. It had been a good bit of training though and he was glad he had done it.

Cal was leaning against a tree and taking a drag on his hand rolled cigarette. The black leather duster that hangs to his ankles swaying with the soft breeze. The black special forces uniform under the duster hides the various weapons and escape aids. The left foot, wrapped in a combat boot, stays flat against the tree he leans on. The black stetson with the white band pulled low over his face, casting strange shadows over his softer facial features. This new contract continually running through his mind.

A sigh escapes Emberclaw's lips as he moves over to the water. Kneeling he cups his hands and washes his face. He was really hoping that he could get more people to join The Guardians, but it was difficult. Most people who had wanted to had come to the meeting.

Cal pushes away from the tree and moves down along the path slowly, hidden eyes scanning this way and that. He catches a glimpse of the man near the water through the brush. Something about him makes him worth a second look. moves into the underbrush quietly and kneels down, watching the man from cover.

After finishing washing his face Emberclaw stands and turns. He was heading towards Rhy'Din, planning on going to Teas'n Tomes. He was walking at a slow pace to enjoy the day.

Cal shadows this man as he begins to move. He stays just within the treeline, watching every movement. Could this be his target? It looked like the target. He didnt have time to question himself as he slid the tanto out of the sleeve of the duster, resolving to act even if there was a question about this mans identity.

Wolf ears perk up. Emberclaw's good hearing had caught the sounds of very soft footsteps, but he keeps going. There were plenty of people in and around Rhy'Din. Though right about now he was wishing he had a sword, but all he had were his hands and that was good enough in anthro form.

A bit of brush crushes under Cal's feet as he jumps to a low branch on a tree. He swings himself up to a higher branch and grips the tanto. He watches and waits a moment until the man is close enough and he leaps from the tree, one arm grabbing the man and pushing him to the ground, the other pushing the point of the tanto toward the mans chest as they both fall.

As Emberclaw is grabbed and pushed toward the ground he shifts into his wolf form so that suddenly the mans hand would just be on air. Moving from the spot he shifts back to human. "What reason do you have for attacking me?" He asks staying ready in case the man just comes at him again.

Cal rolls to his knees and throws the tanto at the man, staying silent for now. As the man would undoubtedly block the tanto, the ruse that it was becomes apparent as his boots meet the mans temple in a hard roundhouse.

He was partially right. Emberclaw didn't block it, but he did dodge it. A quick shift to anthro form saved him a kick to the temple and instead gets him a kick in the chest which pushes him back some. Now he didn't care what reason the man had for attacking him. He lunges at the man. wolfish hands bared to grab the man and throw him.

Those hands would be grabbed and the mans own momentum would be turned against him as Cal dropped and rolled, throwing the man that meant to throw him. He scrambles for the tanto and stands, holding the 9" blade, facing the target, spinning the blade in his fingers.

As Emberclaw is thrown he kicks out hoping to catch the man before landing hard on his back. He quickly stands and his fierce violet eyes follow the man.

The kick had caught Cal, and it hurt like hell. He watches this werewolf, feet slowly pushing him to the side, moving in a slow circle around the wolf ."Ye be 'arder target t'an I were tol'...."He keeps moving the blade, the silver flashes almost hypnotic

Emberclaw makes sure to move in the circle with the man and to not look at the tanto."I am no target." His voice coming out in somewhat of a growl. He fakes a lunge forward at the man and then stops moving back very fast.
Cal doesnt flinch or even bother to react to the mans juke. The traning and experience turning him cold and calculated." Call yerself w'at ye like...It's all crowns tae me" A half-hearted thrust with the spinning blade as he toys back with the man.

A smile comes across Emberclaw's features. Or as much of one as he can manage in this form."Do you think you're going to take me?" A laugh that also comes out in a growl as the man thrusts. This was a game of patience. It was who would make the first move.

Cal smirks back to the wolfman."T'ink? nae...I knae it me boyo..."He keeps the slow circling going, the blade still spinning in his fingers. He stops the blades spinning and slides it back into the sleeve of the duster. A half-step closer and his right hand lashes out, swinging at the mans jaw, not really hopeful to make contact.

Emberclaw steps forward into the blow and in a fist forces his hand at the mans chest. The blow to his jaw rattles him, but doesn't stop him from making the move he wants to.

Cal growls and falls backwards from the hit. A quick second to get his breath back as his fingers curl into the soft dirt and dust. He gets back to his feet with a handful of the dirt, his back to the man. He then spins and flings the dirt in the mans face, following directly behind with a spinning heel aimed at the mans temple.

The dirt is blocked by an arm before Emberclaw grabs at the mans leg, though keeping one arm ready to block the kick if necessary.

The tanto slides out of Cal's sleeve and the blade slides across the bicep of the arm that holds his foot, the other foot then comes up and plants squarely into the mans chest and he pushes off.

Emberclaw ignores the slicing of his bicep, and when the foots pushes against his chest he continues holding the mans leg. He then swings it around and throws him. Only then looking to the cut that the tanto had made on his arm.

Cal rolls along the ground with the force of the throw and springs back to his feet "I nee' tae renegotiate me contract fer t'is..." He slides the tanto back into his sleeve and slowly and cautiously approaches the man again, still at the ready. "Will ye jus' lie dow' an' die already? T'ere be nae point in avoiding yer fate..."

The Captain was walking trough the glen and not too far off he saw two people fighting each other. She just stood zhere and watched holding her mug with steaming tea. And with an excited voice he said "Oh, two modern gladiators fighting in zee middle of novhere...vell...zhat is clearly somezhis you see everyday...keep fighting my loyal minions...you amuse me..." she said holding her mug of tea.

Emberclaw watches the man and goes back to his human form."I'm telling you now. I am not part of your contract and I will not be the one to forfeit."Still in a ready battle position. "You are making a mistake on your contracts."

"I had a contract vhen I vas a little laddie...20 years ago..." The Captain said telling a story of his childhood, that was probably fake...

Cal continues to circle the man "An' w'at woul' ma'e ye t'ink I woul' believe ye w'en ye say ye are nae target? Woul' i' nae ma'e sense tae say t'at?"

A look to the Captain."You're crazy." Then back to the man."The fact that I am the leader of The Guardians. I'm sure your contract gave you a name to a person right?"

"Per'aps...per'aps nae..." Still with the circling. Enough to make anyone dizzy.