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However, it must be said, Briar's charge to the legs of redcap number two, and Gwen's slamming into the back of Redcap Number 3 have spared him a nasty bite ..for now

Briar may be crippled as a redcap by her inability to bite, but the barbed wire contraption around her head still provides some protection from other outside aggression. And she she reveals that her right hand is gloved with a kevlar mesh glove - the kind that you use with a meat slicer to avoid losing fingers - but THIS one is wound around and woven with small broken pieces of a bone-saw blade. And she mashes those points into the thighmeat of the leg she's gripping.

A great irony occurs. The Redcap thug lets loose a stream of curses at his kith sister, mostly refering to her in matters of genetalia! However, certain protocals are in place already preventing cursing in front of the very young. Had the corby READ the rules at the front gate, they'd know this. They didn't, didn't care, or just forgot. So no sooner is the word uttered, when a Stern looking Cherub with Duct tape appears, and wraps it around said offenders mouth and head.. TWICE! This is not meant to affect battle...

but it certainly does in this case

"Oh YEAH? Well let's see how you do that with none of yer own!" Offended by the genitalia talk, she aims the next punch... higher, and to the left.

Gwen, for her part has whipped out her spear and brute forced leg swept the other cap. There might be a broken ankle

And Frank? Uhm.. he could really just kill all of them (Though that would be a bit rough on Briar and Gwen) right now if he wants

Frank moves on, wading forward with his blade, and eliminates those who offer opposition.

Well, if only they had learned their Code of Dagda they'd know it was easy to just surrender and.. but NO, they didn't. And this is why Education and study is important kids. Because it can keep a troll from cutting your gut open after another redcap has punctured your nards. 🌈 ⭐ !

"Holy crap" Gwen looks up. She's tall for a troll but Frank still towers over her, and the raw MIGHT "We..ah, came to help"

Briar isn't paying attention - much like one of the kennel hounds, she has a grip on something and is tearing away!

If Frank has any compassion... for his fellow man...

"Quarter! I offer quarter. All of you, Quarter!"

The LIam offers and requires honorable surrender.

A groan from the guy who's pee stream now forks.. in five directions

but it sounded like a surrender

"ALL OF YOU. QUARTER."

Gwen pulls Briar off a redcap if she needs to "Quarter.. stop stop you got em"

Briar flails around a bit and narrowly misses taking a chunk off Gwen's arm - well, maybe a chip. She huffs and puffs. "Did... we... get.. em?!"

"You did. You got em good. Right in the jimmies" She assures, then she looks at Frank "Briar's okay, she's just a little high strung. Are you okay superma- err sir?"

"I am."

"Whoa...." She sobers a bit, seeing the chimerical corpse. "You did that?"

"i'm Gwen of Silverwolf, this is Briar"

And guards approach..perhaps not alone

Frank turns to the guards.

"Frank." Brekke approaches, just slightly ahead of the Caer Falken guards. She looks grimly over the fallout from the fight, then looks to him for an explanation.

"I am sorry."

"Shhit." Briar mutters, shoving her gloved hand in her pocket, and trying to whipe some of the visible blood off with her other hand. It smears. A step back, half hidden behind Gwen's larger form.

"Things escalated."

"It appears so."

"They attacked?"

Briar juts out her chin and stays obstinately silent. Clearly waiting to be assumed as part of 'they'.

"...Yes."

Gwen looks at Briar or tries to, hard to look out your own ass "It's okay. We did good."

Gwen swallows and holds still herself.

The Guards look start to gather the caps "Sir Franklyn. Good work " A pause "is this LITTLE one part of the corby?"

Brekke seems to be deferring to the Caer Falken guards as the authorities here. She nods to Frank. "You are not injured?"

Gwen sudenly sets her jaw "She is NOT."

A sharp look to Gwen, then a nod. "Noted. How are you involved?"

The raven haired stone skinned troll grows protective over Briar then says "We came to Sir..Sir Franklyn's rescue when we saw that the ..corby was going to jump him. "

"I am not injured." Frank rumbles.

"Yeah well , maybe our helping helped with that " Gwen says with the unspoken and maybe not

Brekke looks over the two girls and gives a solemn nod. "Your assistance is appreciated."

Briar pokes her head around the looming legs. "They had a kickin' ambush shet up and were gonna COSH you right with those backjacksh."

She eyes the dropped weapons a little enviously.

The guards nod and gather the guilty susppects

Brekke nods again as Briar adds color commentary.

"Have fun shitting, cock-bag!" She calls out after the one she had tangled with. Maybe she meant "Sitting". It's hard to tell with a lisp.

She certainly didn't learn that language from Marigold.

Brekke blinks at the young redcap, but an almost-hint of a grin suggests that she echoes the sentiments.