Defending the Barracks (Attack thread;Tags within)

[HG]

Zerik was on the boy like a moth to a flame. He needed to get this pesky rider out of the way so that the real work could begin. The young man was a rider so killing him would only further the cause anyway. He shouldn’t be having so much trouble with the young man but someone had taught the boy how to fight. An unfortunate thing for them. Zerik would not give up though. The rider might be a fast little guy but all he needed was one good hit to knock him out. He could go back and kill him later should things get heated after.

The larger, stronger Holdless man was biding his time for the right shot and somewhere deep within, Or’yn knew this to be so. He might be wearing on the other man’s nerves but he was certainly not going to survive more than a few blows from the guy. It was not like he had armor which really would be nice if it wasn’t so heavy.

He darted and parried, avoiding the man’s blows whenever they came. As the Holdless had predicted eventually Or’yn did get hit. He blocked slightly but hisleft arm was now bleeding, enough to see the stain coming through the leather of his jacket. He did not cry out instead continuing to face the Holdless man. Zerik was smiling. Happy day for him though Or’yn was rethinking the whole getting out of bed that morning thing.

Or’yn got as blow or two in himself though being not nearly as strong the other man was not bleeding hardly as much. A few minutes went by where Or’yn was successful at dodging blows however that would not last. The large man swung and hit Or’yn square on the top of the head. The rider fell to the ground in an instant completely unconscious. Zerik wouldn’t have to kill him if the wound on his arm was not patched up soon, he would lose enough blood to die on his own. Being unconscious meant the boy would not be able to move himself to get help.

What a wonderful day, thought Zerik as he momentarily inspected the wound on his forearm. Should heal just fine he thought while looking for his next target. “Your rider friend is on his way to meet death. Who would like to join him next?”

[Na Qaiah]

When R'kin went down all T'mar could do was stare, there was so much blood. T'mar heard K'len yell for P'lel to help pull the weyrling out of harms way he knew the lad wasn't going to make it. Pet tell Krestanvith I come to help his out of the way. Stay here with Danuth, I will be right back. T'mar told his brave little blue as he started to move toward R'kin Krestanvith, T'marmine comes to help yours, please allow him to touch yours.[/color]Petroth told his clutch mate clearly and calmljy.

T'mar jumped over a few fallen holdless on his way to get R'kin. Taking a moment he bowed to the agitated dragonette that was bravely protecting his fallen rider. "Krestanvith your rider needs help, please allow me to touch him. Can you keep the hold less away from us? You are very brave."

Dropping onto the floor next to R'kin, T'mar ripped off his shirt. He didn't know if it would help but he had to try, there was so much blood. Taking his sword and cutting away part of the lads shirt, he could see the gash in R'kin's side. He didn't know much about sword wounds but it didn't look good to him.

Checking to see that where the fighters were, T'mar tucked his shirt into his waste band and stood up. "I'm going to pull R'kin over to the wall out of the way so I can try to stop his bleeding" he told the dragonette. Not waiting for the dragonetts permission, and taking a chance that he may be attacked for touching the boy withiut permission, he grabbed R'kin's arms and pulled the lad over out of the way.

Once near the wall, he gently proped the boy up then tugged the boys shirt off. Grabbing his shirt it of his waistband, he quickly cut it into strips, grateful for nce that the shirt was too big for his lanky growing frame.

Taking part of his shirt and wadding it up, T'mar gently pressed it against the bleeding bleeding wound. Taking the strips of shirt he had cut, he gently wrapped it around R'kin effectly holding the makeshift bandage in place. Hoping he didn't get the bindings too tight, he checked it again. It seemed to be holding good, and it didn't appear to be bleeding quite as bad. Nodding in approval, T'mar stood up.

Pet, please tell Krestanvith, thank you for allowing me to help R'kin.T'mar said to his as he bowed to the other dragonette before moving off to help the others defend the little dragons, themselves and their newest queen. You did a good job mine, it seems to have helped. Krestanvith, T'marmine says to thank you for allowing him to help yours.[/color] The little blue dutifly passed on impressed at the job his did on the fallen boy.

Surveying the room, T'mar watched as one of his classmates was kicking a fallen holdless. Grinning he decided that it was an effective way to take care of the problem. Heading back toward G'off one of the holdless came at him from where he had fallen on the floor moments before.

T'mar was taken by surprise at the unexpected attack, he barely managed to deflect the blow in time, it was more by luck then skill with his sword. Jumping aside quickly he slipped in some blood and went down hard in his barely healed right arm, screaming in pain he rolled over and tried to scramble to his feet. Petroth roared loudly as he tried to protect his. Snapping at the attacker before swatting the man with his tail, Petroth roared again with a sound that was far older then he was.

YOU WILL NOT HURT MINE![/color] Petroth bellowed as he moved between T'mar and his attacker. Putting his hand on Pet, T'mar moved up near the little blues head. Taking what he hoped was a fighting stance, he held his ground. No one was going to hurt his dragon either. Neither one of the pair realized just how fearse the looked. A look that many true dragonriders have worn as they defended what was there's for many many turns before these two. One day they would be a for able pair to reckon to if crossed.

[parallel]

Marlaey/Elynth

Staying on the outskirts of the fight together, Marlaey and Elynth managed to keep themselves marginally safe from the brunt of the attack. But Marlaey was so afraid. She wasn't comfortable with the idea of hurting anyone. But when it came to protecting her friends? What else could she do? She tried to keep a brave face, not wanting to let anyone down. It was her duty now.

Ducking another swing of a blade she turned and tripped over a bed post, landing hard on her knees. Elynth snarled and drove the attacker away before rushing over to her rider, Come on love, pick yourself up, this is no time to back down. The young gold nuzzled Hers and helped her to her feet. Marlaey was shaken, not just by the fall, but by the fact that she'd narrowly missed being killed for what felt like the hundredth time. She shook herself mentally, knowing she didn't have the time right now to break down. Elynth gave her the courage and the strength she needed to go on.

Hefting the heavy sword she glared around at the fighting groups. This is insanity, how can we win? We need to get more help. Elynth, can you contact the weyrlingmasters? The gold dragon halted her snarling and looked to her rider, I will. With another savage growl at a holdless attacker, she reached with her mind to find Toroth. She didn't want to distract him if he were fighting so she sent their need for help through feelings, desperation primarily.

P'lel/Revyketh

P'lel watched in horror as R'kin was struck down. "No!" he yelled, trying to reach the fallen rider. A moment later he saw K'len by R'kin's side, "I'm coming, hold on!" Revyketh roared to try and clear a path to the injured bronzerider, but it was a lot more difficult than expected. The holdless attackers had heard both K'len and his calls to eachother and had decided to block his way. He swung at them with his sword, gritting his teeth, "Get out of my way you scum!"

Revyketh's eye's were whirling orbs of crimson now and his usual positive demeanor was hardened into a anger. He needed to protect those around him. That was his job. And now their symbolic leader had fallen. Deciding to take control himself he reached out for the fighting dragons, Help will come! We don't have to win, we just have to hold them off! We are strong enough to do this! It was unusual for the more independent dragon to get so actively involved in "gather the troops", but needs must.

By the time P'lel had fought his way to the greenrider's side, T'mar had arrived and managed to dress R'kin's wounds. P'lel clapped him on the back, "Well done mate, sorry it took me so long to get here!" Revyketh took a moment to nuzzle Petroth in thanks and Krestanovith in encouragement before returning his attention to the crowd.

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K'len was glad when both T'mar and P'lel joined him. He watched as T'mar put more bandages on the wound before moving R'kin quickly aside. He blinks and helped T'mar move R'kin not wanting to make the damage any worse by dragging his wound across the ground. " Can you get the middle P'lel?" He asks softly. After they get done moving R'kin. He clasps P'lel's shoulder back. " You did well too. Now that he's out of the way hopefully he'll be safe. I hope T'mar is better at bandaging wounds then me. Its not my talent unfortunately. "

He gulped as he noticed that Or’yn went down to. He looked over at P'lel "we can't let him get to the others and no one can fight him alone. But if we both work together maybe we can slow him down. How about it?" He doesn't wait for P'lel's answer but advances to take Or'yn place. Hopefully they can hold him back from the others long enough for help to get here. Surely help is comming.He uses the sword to block the attacked and sneak attacks with the dagger trying to cause small wounds to slow the man down. He wish feverishly that he was a better fighter right about now.

[HG]

Zerik watched as K’len came forward. So they weren’t all spineless, he thought with a chuckle. He had not realized how many of his men had already died or that they were losing the battle. The boy had spirit but fighting had always been something Zerik was good at. His talent and life devoted to destruction meant that he was in a better position now. It was only a matter of time before they were all dead. In his mind they might as well be already. He had little time to watch what the other kids were doing.

With his main focus on K’len it took him by surprise to hear the retreat called by horn. The puzzlement on his face was apparent at first but he did not take his focus off of the young man. He swung his axe quickly with a blow meant to send the smaller youth flying backwards so that he might escape with his fellows of which there were only a couple left. Fall and flame what had happened? How could they not have won?

Zerik did not let this distract him. His new mission was to get out of the Weyr and back to the rally point. Riverton would not be pleased. Not one bit. He frowned thinking there was a bit more fight in the people here than in the people at Haven. They had more time to prepare of course. There was also the matter of the Dragon Shield who had been hunting down members of the Holdless throughout the attack.

((Those injured or who want to help out may report to the infirmary thread now))

[kirensilverfox]

K'len heard the sound of what seemed to be some sort of horn or something similar. He noticed the strange look on his opponents face but it vanished quickly. He saw the ax arching toward him. He jumped back away from the ax trying to get out the wide swing range. It barely missed him maybe by a hair. He stumbled and as he recovered his footing. It was then that he realized the man had taken off. He blinked was it true where they really retreating.

He hurried over to Or’yn to check on him and assist in getting him to the infirmary.

[Na Qaiah]

T'mar stood with his mouth open when K'len rushed forward. He nodded his thanks to P'lel for his help and his incouragement, it ment more to the lad then he figured it ever would. His arm was hanging all but useless next to his side, but he would not let his friend go with out help. Smiling a bit as the dragons nuzzled each other, he rushed in to help his friend. He reached his side at the same time the axe came swining in their direction. Thank the shells it missed them both, even though he was further out of reach then K'len was. He was still thankful.

T'mar snarled and tried to swing at the man in front of them. The sound of the horn made him pause also, what was surreal in his mind was one second that huge man was in front of them, and the next he was running through the door. He he started to follow K'len over to Or'yn to see how bad the riders arm was. It looked bad to him and he was fresh out of shirt to help much.

Standing there with one arm useless, and the other holding his practice sword, T'mar was at a loss for what to do next. Looking around the room he saw how many holdless were injured compared to the weyrlings. He was surprised to see that many more holdless were, they did alright. He couldn't see if there was any of his classmates were dead, but there seemed to be a bunch of bodies on the floor.

Looking around he saw his Pet standing next to him, the beautiful twin blue was distressed but not hurt. It didn't seem to T'mar that any of the dragonettes were hurt. For that he was extreamly grateful. When Petroth gently butted him for comfort, he accidently got T'mars injured arm. Without a word, T'mar slowly faded into blackness as he crumpled in a heap at his dragons feet.

Petroth bellowed MINE!! Are you all right? [/color] The little blue shouted as he nuzzled his fallen lifemate.

[HG]

Petroth, he will be okay. Stay with us. G’off despite his apparent fear, ran over to T’mar and pulled on his uninjured arm. If he could drag him out of the way of the brutes then they would be fine. Right? His thought was answered when the horn sounded and the men began to retreat. In the meantime it seemed that they would have to stand watch over both Petroth and Siath. Both of whom were acting incredibly unstable. Danuth reassured them both that things would be alright.

He was kneeling now, next to T’mar, gently pushing the young man, “Wake up. Wake up!” He had had enough of people being unconscious! T’mar will be alright won’t he? “He is breathing fine. I think the pain made him pass out. Just needs a healer to look at it.” Which G’off certainly wasn’t he had not been paying very good attention to what to do in these sorts of situations during that first aid lesson. Did he put pressure where it was bleeding? Should he bandage it at all?

The green eyed boy thought perhaps it would be for the best if he just escorted T’mar to the infirmary. But then again the three dragonets who were looking at him needed him too. G’off was the only stable human in view. “Danuth tell Siath and Petroth very nicely that I’m going to take T’mar to the healers. I should be able to check on Eira there too.”

Siath, Petroth, mine is leaving us. He said trying not to let the concern show in his young voice.T’mar needs the healers, G’off will take him there. Siath, yours will be there too so mine can check on her too. T’mar would be fine. He reassured himself as G’off seemed to be doing the same. The thirteen turn old was not at all the type to be helping an unconscious person to the infirmary. He wasn’t even certain how to lift the other youth up.

“I’m going to need some help…” If T’mar didn’t wake up and no one came to help him there was no way G’off could get him to the infirmary.

[Na Qaiah]

wake up T'marmine, WAKE UP![/color] was all he could hear. Groaning T'mar slowly opened his eyes. "G'off, is that you?" He asked. Trying to sit up, he almost made it until he bumped his arm on his way up. "Ouch!" He shouted as he grabbed the offending thing.

"What happened? Why am I on the floor? Can you please help me?" He asked the other lad as he grabbed for a hand up. "All I remember is falling on my arm then everything went dark." He added as he paused to rub Petroths worried eye ridges.

[HG]

Danuth’s relief flooded G’off as Petroth’s did. T’mar was alright! The green eyed youth lent a hand down to the other boy. “After you were attacked things sort of took a turn... The Weyr won. I mean, we won. After Zerik, err the big guy in front, nearly killed that Bronzerider, he went after K’len. Then the horn sounded for retreat. So they left.” His explanation was a bit well, short. He had nothing but the facts to report on and why add any fluff to this particular story?

Later though he’d be telling the story a little differently and it would be glorious. He could see it all now, the last stand, a fight for the freedom of the Weyrlings. That would be a sure way to impress some of the other Weyrlings. Although perhaps not that one, not right away. They would all be sad for a while he was guessing. None of it really had any bearing on him though.

“You need to get to the infirmary. Come on, you can lean on me. Petroth, Danuth and Siath are all staying together. Hopefully we’ll see Eira there. Siath is going bonkers without her.” G’off said taking charge of the situation. Danuth’s large eyes were whirling with anticipation. They would be fine, they would be fine, the bad guys were gone. He reassured himself as he had the other two dragonets.

[Na Qaiah]

"It's over?" T'mar asked G'off as he blinked to clear his eyes. Relief flooded him as he took the offered hand to help him up. Grunting, he stood still for a moment leaning on G'off as the world spun. "Thanks, I'll take that help, I think I need it" he replied a bit shaky.

Looking from one dragonette to the other, T'mar nodded at them one at a time, making sure to make eye contact. "Why don't you all come with us? Waiting outside the infirmary would be better then in here where it was so scary" he said to the trio standing behind them. "G'off, lets go. I don't think I broke it, but its better to make sure I guess" he said softly, grateful for the other lads help.

T'mar was also grateful that although G'off didn't fight the intruders, he also didn't fight his classmates. Maybe there was hope for the boy after all. He hoped so, he really liked the lad. He enjoyed the link between their dragons.

Pet, I'm glad I can hear you and Danuth both, in case he didn't hear me, please tell Danuth I am grateful to his riders help, and I'm also glad I can hear him and his feelings too[/i] he meant it too. Nodding as they started toward the infirmary, T'mar gave G'off's shoulder a meaningful squeeze of heart felt thanks, for everything.

Danuth, did you hear mine? He is glad he can hear us both[/color] Pet passed on as he dutifully followed his to whatever a infirmary was, he didn't care either, the nasty attack was over, and they had made it alive. Pet was secretly glad he could hear G'off too. He knew they were special, all of them were.

[HG]

G’off wondered what would happen if T’mar didn’t regain consciousness. Would both dragons have Betweened? Would the Weyr blame him for what happened? He had not fought for several good reasons not the least of which avoiding the people who knew him. The boy agreed with T’mar. Better to have it looked at and not let their blues be worried. “Won’t the infirmary be a bit crowded. The dragons aren’t hurt we should save room for the hurt people and dragons. Danuth, Petroth and Siath will be fine if they stick together and I can give them updates on what is going on.”

He walked towards the exit with T’mar and then thought he better ask the question that had begun to weigh on his mind, “Umm one question before we go. Where exactly is the infirmary?” The green eyed youth wondered if that might be a silly question but up until impressing he was a captive of the Weyr and not permitted to roam at will. Since then he had had no need to visit the infirmary. He spent most of his time taking care of Danuth.

Danuth’s happiness spread to all those linked to him. I am glad too. Now they could start using this gift to their advantage. Now that they all trusted one another it should be fun even. No need for him to be on the defensive when it came to his rider anymore. He was very happy that T’mar had come around. It wouldn’t be long before all the Weyrlings did too and then the rest of the Weyr would follow.