08-07-2018, 04:30 PM
The two were not too far away from the swamps, the tracks would lead towards them however begin to vanish away from view as they walked along the side of the calm waters. It was hard to see bellow the murky waves, nor did either want to try and guess what was under them right now so instead of doing what they did before to pass by the swamp they would find small islands to move along.
“Cant we just go around? Like before?” The rodent prodded.
“The tracks stopped around here, we can't just not go through the swamp. For someone that wants to not die you sure do complain a lot.”
“Oh I’m not worried about that, I’m just scared of some big ass monster coming out of the water to get us.”
A worry that Ricter tried not to talk about himself but he would shake his head, trying to remain positive and scanning the waters as they came to the edge of a small island in the swamp and jumped to the next one. But they were running out of space and soon the water was going to have to be tread to get to the next one.
“Simon?”
“Yeah whats up?”
“Do you feel bad about what happened to your sons? I know it must be kinda odd that your working with someone who more or less got them banished.”
A glare was made towards Ricter at his mention of this, Simon was indeed enraged by this, although they weren't his blood relatives but he loved them like they were his sons. However they were just as horrible as he was in his youth, surely he’s grown over the years before his ‘demise’ but now that his life was centered on Ricter and his own personal goals he had to hide his own feelings as well.
“They were problem children, too busy screwing hookers and living in luxury to tell they were ripe for being taken down. So long as I’m not joining them in the underverse, I’m happy.”
Even Ricter could tell he had some animosity towards him, which was one of the reasons why trust was going to be a rocky thing between the two of them. But he seemed to believe it, at least for the time being as they stopped and came to an area where they would likely need to swim now.
“Hope you packed some swimming trunks.” The weasel mentioned as the rodent groaned.
Lifting his weapons above his head to make sure they didn’t get wet or anything, but Simon waited, probably to let Ricter go first given he was the one who could probably take being eaten alive and some how get out of it.
Stepping out first, Ricter shivered as he walked into the water, going towards the next island but shivering form the sensation of muck going into his pants, shirt and everywhere else it didn’t belong. Simon followed right after, trailing behind him as they walked along, the bottom of the swamp wasn’t too fa down, only coming up to their chests, so around four feet deep or so.
Surely that could change for certain other area’s in the swamp, but it seemed to be smooth, their movements were intentionally slow just so it didn’t seem like they were going too fast to attract anything that could be swimming bellow. Even Simon would stay silent as he went along, not wishing to be attacked by anything.
Every step gained a reaction from Ricter as well as Simon, from either paranoid looks and gestures, too one of them stopping suddenly, thinking they felt something bellow. Over all nothing seemed to be too alarming for either of the two, allowing them to tread through the water to the other side with out much trouble at all.
Exiting the water the stoat rang out his shirt and pants, sighing as his heart began to slow down its beating. “Well that was fun.” His tone very sarcastic as Simon was just coming out of the water as well, grumbling as always.
“Funny, didn’t take you for a comedian.”
“I have my moments from time to time, think you’ll be okay swimming the rest of the way with those guns?” He pointed as they were dry for now but that would easily change if he needed his arms to swim. The rest of the swamp was mostly trees that stuck out of the water and only a few small islands.
The rest was obscured by a thick fog that made looking ahead very difficult, however he knew how far t6he swamp went, they had went around it prior, so in this case they didn’t have much more before they would hit the middle of it. Which was where he believed the tribe was located.
“Yeah, not like I can’t just ask for another or something when we get through all this. After you.”
He gestured for Ricter to go on ahead, which he simply nodded, taking a step forward into the water before being mostly submerged in it, leaving t to stay around his neck as his arms paddled and he began wading the water. Turning back he watched and waited for Simon to come along however he seemed to wait a moment, taking off his jacket and wrapping it around the weapons he had.
Ensuring that they would be alright before soon taking a step into the water, however just as hew as about to do this he felt something catching his foot from behind. It was like he had snagged his shoe on a root or something. So looking back he noticed that it wasn’t a root, it was a vine, having ensnared his ankle some how, wrapped around it twice over and ensuring he couldn’t pull it away.
After tugging his leg twice the vine reacted violently, squeezing around his leg and pulling them up into the canopies, having enough strength to lift him with out any problem with out snapping. Sending them strait into the trees above as he screamed, “Fuuuuucck!” Was all that was heard as Ricter watched him get flung into the sky.
“God damn it, he’s more trouble than help at this point.” The weasel groaned, clearly annoyed but still willing to save the rodent from what ever fate those vines had in mind for him as he made his way to the sore again and out of the water quickly.
Above was different, being dragged through a number of branches, leafs, and other tree related things he was tossed and thrashed around for a good few seconds before eventually he was brought above the tree line. What ever was pulling him had been up here it seemed and as soon as he was on top of the canopy looked around and something bellow him that was resting on top of the tree.
It looked like a large open mouth of some kind, having no tongue but lips around the opening, it was a deep green color and the vines seemed to be originating form the mouth itself. It look some time to process what he was looking at upside down but he realized it was some kind of mutated version of a pitcher plant.
This was especially relevant as the vines were trying to pull him strait into the opening which had bubbling purple acid inside of it. Frantically Simon aimed to unravel his guns form the knots he made using his jacket, aiming to at least fire at the thing before he was pulled into it.
In the mean time Ricter was already beginning to climb up the tree Simon got pulled into, using his sword like a scaling tool he stabbed it into the bark of the tree and wen up it gradually. All he could hear was Simon screaming repeatedly as well as him obviously panicking.
“Simon calm down! What do you see, whats going on?”
“There's a fucking plant trying to eat me! That's whats going on!”
“Hold on!” The weasel tried to tell him, mostly to ensure he didn’t try to do anything that would cause his own death. By this time he was half way up the tree and Simon was already at the opening of the plants mouth, holding himself form going into the bubbling acid with his legs while trying to pull out at least the pistol form the bundle of clothes he had on hand.
Eventually doing so as with out hesitating, or thinking it over, he began shooting not the plant, “That's right you fuckin’ piece of shit, eat lead!” Repeatedly he fired down into the thing however the bullets simply passed through the acid and through the plant over all.
Showering Ricter in a hail of gun fire as he moved and jumped to another branch just to avoid being hit by them, in addition the holes make only made the acid drip out as well. Some falling down on branches and burning them, sizzling as Ricter hung on only barely too the one he jumped too but the addition of acid only made the branches support start to falter.
“Simon! Stop shooting!” He called out but got no response.
Instead he kept firing and even aimed for the rapidly moving and wiggling vines that were starting to worm their way around his legs and midsection. Slowly he was getting ensnared, but he had caused a lot of damage to the plant after unloading so many bullets into it. Half of its acid like juices had been emptied out down onto the tree it was on and even some had landed on Ricter.
However for him he seemed to just wipe it off quickly, it burned like hell but nothing he couldn't take, or at least he would say that normally if not for the fact that it hurt way more than it should.
“With Lanor being separated from me I’m not as invincible any more.”
His sword is what gave him most if not all of his super natural powers, sure he had the ability to use magic in its stand alone manner, but for him to even survive some of the stuff he’s been hit with its because of his weapon. Which didn’t bode well for him, nor Simon as the small burn on his hand didn’t go away but he bared it for now and scaled his way up the tree a bit more.
Little did they know that with all the acid falling on the tree it was beginning to collect near the base of it, burning the roots and eating away at the bark and wood. Meanwhile up top Simon had managed to shoot off most of the vines before he was let go off and tumbled on top of the canopy, however the branches were not strong enough to hold him and he nearly plummeted six or seven feet before landing on a sturdy branch.
Landing strait on his stomach as he grunted from the sudden drop but also noticed Ricter was right next to him, climbing up but stopping once he saw that the rodent had fell not too far from him.
“You alright?”
“Guuahu.” Simon was probably okay..
But just as Ricter began to move down to go and grab him a loud snapping noise, not unfamiliar to the two of them would ring out in the swamp. The acid that had been spilled bellow and along the tree had eaten away at the organic sections of the tree and now had caused the tree to begin tipping into one direction.
Ricter quickly realized they were about to fall and it was around a thirty foot drop to get back down, something he would risk normally but in such a state that he was in, he didn't wish to get wounded, he had to be a lot more careful too. Which was why as he dropped down and grabbed hold of Simon who was awake but injured, he picked them up and carried them partly on his back as the tree tipped over and headed strait down towards the water.
They were going down, there was no way to protect against that, however hitting the still water of the swamp was going to hurt and as he adjusted himself, the weasel would hold onto Simon in a manner so that he took the blunt of the soon to be impact.
As the tree fell and then crashed into the water so did both Simon and Ricter which, given the size of the tree, made multiple ripples and even pushed out the water into waves that swept both of them into another direction. Causing them to go along with the push of water and after a while they would end up at a sore line.
Washing up on the muddy shore storm clouds began to roll in now, it was beginning to rain again, but in a light drizzle that was picking up slowly. Ricter was choking, laying on the ground as he stirred and began to move. Mean while Simon was already up, having been protected from actually being the blunt of the fall he struggled to get to his feet as he coughed up sour swamp water.
Slowly, the two of them would rise however Ricter seemed to get up fully first and lean on a near by tree, his already messed up clothes were not down to just his shirt and pants, while Simon was more or less in the same attire but kept his shoes.
After catching their breaths it would seem Ricter would be the first person to address what was going on now that they were water logged.
“Y-you alive.”
Breath was baited by water clogging his lungs but Simon would speak to him soon after, “Barely.”
On hearing this Ricter nodded, “Good.” Before walking over to the rodent who was stumbling still and reaching out before socking him square in the jaw with a well placed punch. The act of aggression was shocking and even he didn’t expect it as it sent Simon back a couple feet and onto his ass. He had a few second to register what happened before he got up.
“What the hell is your problem?!” The rodent said as he gripped his nose, his jaw was sore now but he would swing back, hitting Ricter square in the chest and making him stagger but not enough to break him down. Their height difference was no longer a factor, mostly because some how he had shrunk a couple inches, now Ricter was shorter than Simon for some reason.
“My problem? Your the one who got me into this mess! I brought you along the help, not to sabotage every thing!” Turning he swiped a kick across his left arm, knocking them to the ground again as the rodent groaned and got up, the rain pelting both of them as it seemed like the two were beginning to fight.
“Your the dumb ass who asked for help! This is hardly my fault!”
“Yeah right! So those raptors weren't part of your plan huh? Nor was these damn orcs or even that plant then? That's very hard to believe!” He growled, clearly fed up and annoyed by what has been going on. But their wasn't the time for talking as Simon would rush in and tackle Ricter to the ground, knocking him flat on his back before beginning to pummel him across the face.
Slamming fists against his cheeks and head, yelling louder. “You never trusted me anyways! Why dose it fuckin’ matter now?!” Giving the weasel a bloody nose Ricter countered by grabbing his arm and turning with him, sending them onto their back and hitting Simon even harder, thrashing him with slams and fists.
“Why the hell should I trust a criminal who’s only looking out for himself! I knew what you were trying to do the moment we left town, but that stupid nagging in my head said to give you a chance. Ha! Look where that's gotten us.” Ricter seemed livid, even now he was yelling back instead of staying calm.
Simnon soon drove his foot into the weasels crotch causing him to flinch before he was pushed off him. Both having blood stained faces at this point, and even some claw marks too. Getting up in a shaky manner the rodent made his way over and began kicking the still recovering stoat in his chest, stomach and even a few aimed at his face.
Most blocked, but some he flinched towards when hit by them. “I am not your fucking pet you can just keep in a crystal forever, and I refuse to take orders from someone like you!”
After a few more kicks Ricter would grab his leg, pulling it from under his position as the mud made standing even harder to do. Eventually causing him to fall however as Ricter got up he grabbed what seemed like a rock, straddling the rodent as he aimed to smash his head in. However through their panting and hard breathing their was a stillness and pause.
The rain cascaded over their faces, and showed the bruises, blood, and marks they left on one another. However in this moment their was silence, and most of all their was little more than them staring each other down.
“Do it, kill me. You were right, had every reason not to trust me, from the moment you gave me that deal I planned on killing you some how and making off with that gem, so I can live like a prime and never have to worry about death!”
The man spat to the side, trickles of red laced his spit, while Ricter glanced down at him, his breath returning however it didn’t stop his rapidly beating heart that was hammering inside of his chest. “End it already! You killed who I was before you can do it again!”
It was at this moment Ricter knew what he needed to do and instead of slamming it down on his head, he tossed the rock into the water. Making it seem like he was showing mercy. Which was not true as right after the stoat dropped to his side with his elbow out and basically elbow dropped him in the face, causing him to hold his nose and roll around in pain.
“Son of a bitch!” He cursed as he wiggled around and rolled along the dirt in pain, he almost broke his snout from that, not that he didn’t deserve it for all the crap he’s put them through.
It was a very painful hit, that was for sure, but as both of them laid there he didn’t get up to strike again, instead just laying in the mud as water hit their faces. “Killing you would be pointless, not only that but I need you for the time being.”
Ricter stated as he panted softly, but Simon would start to slowly get up, being helped by the weasel who was faster to stand but both seemed to be quite injured now. “Still thinking about using me huh?” Simon added before giving a moan of pain.
“Like you haven’t been trying to use me this entire time.” A glare came down on Simon from Ricters perspective, he was serious when he said this and it was easy to tell that he meant every word of it too.
“You know we might end up fighting again pretty soon, even after this is over.” Simon added as they would begin walking, choosing this time to walk around the sides of the swamp as with a cold trail they needed to find some way of doing this while it was still light out.
“We’ll get to that point when it comes too it, for now I know this place better than you. I suggest you stay close and actually listen to me for once. Or next time I’ll just leave you to die, I have no problem with that if you want to think you know everything.”
This startled the rodent, never one for taking orders however in this face he couldn’t help but listen to him, not that they held much trust still, they obviously had a lot of issues to go over and deal with right now. For the time being though they had more pressing issues.
Sitting down on a log Ricter began to bandage up the two of them, wraps would be placed along their heads and arms while wrapping a few around the torso as well. He didn’t have many kinds of medicines on hand but he at least kept some pain killers in his pockets and ate one while giving Simon one as well. Accepting it with out a word or even asking what it was.
“So, got a plan other than trying to cause more trouble?” Ricter asked.
“Actually, you know, what I do. I remember they said they were transporting a bunch of what we got jacked for too a camp, if I know anything about stealing and transporting things its that they would need to ensure that anything they took along would need to be cooked or at least preserved if it were meat of some kind.”
Thinking for a moment he would add, “Also when I was up on top of the tree I could see the entire forest, so I’d say we climb up top and find some camp fires, maybe check if they had stopped to cook those raptor bodies they picked up. Sound good?”
The idea was pretty sound and seemed like it would work if it wasn’t raining, but it would make the smoke easier to point out through all the fog that was around here. They may have to wait but once the last bandage was placed down on the bridge of Simons nose, causing him to flinch, Ricter would stand up and stretch. Still just as much in pain as the rodent was in right now.
“Sounds good to me, I’ll check out if I can spot anything over the tree tops.”
There was a bit of mutual understanding between the two of them now, surely their problems wouldn't be solved right away, but it was a step. Nothing like beating the shit out of someone your supposed to work with to ensure they listen to you.
“Cant we just go around? Like before?” The rodent prodded.
“The tracks stopped around here, we can't just not go through the swamp. For someone that wants to not die you sure do complain a lot.”
“Oh I’m not worried about that, I’m just scared of some big ass monster coming out of the water to get us.”
A worry that Ricter tried not to talk about himself but he would shake his head, trying to remain positive and scanning the waters as they came to the edge of a small island in the swamp and jumped to the next one. But they were running out of space and soon the water was going to have to be tread to get to the next one.
“Simon?”
“Yeah whats up?”
“Do you feel bad about what happened to your sons? I know it must be kinda odd that your working with someone who more or less got them banished.”
A glare was made towards Ricter at his mention of this, Simon was indeed enraged by this, although they weren't his blood relatives but he loved them like they were his sons. However they were just as horrible as he was in his youth, surely he’s grown over the years before his ‘demise’ but now that his life was centered on Ricter and his own personal goals he had to hide his own feelings as well.
“They were problem children, too busy screwing hookers and living in luxury to tell they were ripe for being taken down. So long as I’m not joining them in the underverse, I’m happy.”
Even Ricter could tell he had some animosity towards him, which was one of the reasons why trust was going to be a rocky thing between the two of them. But he seemed to believe it, at least for the time being as they stopped and came to an area where they would likely need to swim now.
“Hope you packed some swimming trunks.” The weasel mentioned as the rodent groaned.
Lifting his weapons above his head to make sure they didn’t get wet or anything, but Simon waited, probably to let Ricter go first given he was the one who could probably take being eaten alive and some how get out of it.
Stepping out first, Ricter shivered as he walked into the water, going towards the next island but shivering form the sensation of muck going into his pants, shirt and everywhere else it didn’t belong. Simon followed right after, trailing behind him as they walked along, the bottom of the swamp wasn’t too fa down, only coming up to their chests, so around four feet deep or so.
Surely that could change for certain other area’s in the swamp, but it seemed to be smooth, their movements were intentionally slow just so it didn’t seem like they were going too fast to attract anything that could be swimming bellow. Even Simon would stay silent as he went along, not wishing to be attacked by anything.
Every step gained a reaction from Ricter as well as Simon, from either paranoid looks and gestures, too one of them stopping suddenly, thinking they felt something bellow. Over all nothing seemed to be too alarming for either of the two, allowing them to tread through the water to the other side with out much trouble at all.
Exiting the water the stoat rang out his shirt and pants, sighing as his heart began to slow down its beating. “Well that was fun.” His tone very sarcastic as Simon was just coming out of the water as well, grumbling as always.
“Funny, didn’t take you for a comedian.”
“I have my moments from time to time, think you’ll be okay swimming the rest of the way with those guns?” He pointed as they were dry for now but that would easily change if he needed his arms to swim. The rest of the swamp was mostly trees that stuck out of the water and only a few small islands.
The rest was obscured by a thick fog that made looking ahead very difficult, however he knew how far t6he swamp went, they had went around it prior, so in this case they didn’t have much more before they would hit the middle of it. Which was where he believed the tribe was located.
“Yeah, not like I can’t just ask for another or something when we get through all this. After you.”
He gestured for Ricter to go on ahead, which he simply nodded, taking a step forward into the water before being mostly submerged in it, leaving t to stay around his neck as his arms paddled and he began wading the water. Turning back he watched and waited for Simon to come along however he seemed to wait a moment, taking off his jacket and wrapping it around the weapons he had.
Ensuring that they would be alright before soon taking a step into the water, however just as hew as about to do this he felt something catching his foot from behind. It was like he had snagged his shoe on a root or something. So looking back he noticed that it wasn’t a root, it was a vine, having ensnared his ankle some how, wrapped around it twice over and ensuring he couldn’t pull it away.
After tugging his leg twice the vine reacted violently, squeezing around his leg and pulling them up into the canopies, having enough strength to lift him with out any problem with out snapping. Sending them strait into the trees above as he screamed, “Fuuuuucck!” Was all that was heard as Ricter watched him get flung into the sky.
“God damn it, he’s more trouble than help at this point.” The weasel groaned, clearly annoyed but still willing to save the rodent from what ever fate those vines had in mind for him as he made his way to the sore again and out of the water quickly.
Above was different, being dragged through a number of branches, leafs, and other tree related things he was tossed and thrashed around for a good few seconds before eventually he was brought above the tree line. What ever was pulling him had been up here it seemed and as soon as he was on top of the canopy looked around and something bellow him that was resting on top of the tree.
It looked like a large open mouth of some kind, having no tongue but lips around the opening, it was a deep green color and the vines seemed to be originating form the mouth itself. It look some time to process what he was looking at upside down but he realized it was some kind of mutated version of a pitcher plant.
This was especially relevant as the vines were trying to pull him strait into the opening which had bubbling purple acid inside of it. Frantically Simon aimed to unravel his guns form the knots he made using his jacket, aiming to at least fire at the thing before he was pulled into it.
In the mean time Ricter was already beginning to climb up the tree Simon got pulled into, using his sword like a scaling tool he stabbed it into the bark of the tree and wen up it gradually. All he could hear was Simon screaming repeatedly as well as him obviously panicking.
“Simon calm down! What do you see, whats going on?”
“There's a fucking plant trying to eat me! That's whats going on!”
“Hold on!” The weasel tried to tell him, mostly to ensure he didn’t try to do anything that would cause his own death. By this time he was half way up the tree and Simon was already at the opening of the plants mouth, holding himself form going into the bubbling acid with his legs while trying to pull out at least the pistol form the bundle of clothes he had on hand.
Eventually doing so as with out hesitating, or thinking it over, he began shooting not the plant, “That's right you fuckin’ piece of shit, eat lead!” Repeatedly he fired down into the thing however the bullets simply passed through the acid and through the plant over all.
Showering Ricter in a hail of gun fire as he moved and jumped to another branch just to avoid being hit by them, in addition the holes make only made the acid drip out as well. Some falling down on branches and burning them, sizzling as Ricter hung on only barely too the one he jumped too but the addition of acid only made the branches support start to falter.
“Simon! Stop shooting!” He called out but got no response.
Instead he kept firing and even aimed for the rapidly moving and wiggling vines that were starting to worm their way around his legs and midsection. Slowly he was getting ensnared, but he had caused a lot of damage to the plant after unloading so many bullets into it. Half of its acid like juices had been emptied out down onto the tree it was on and even some had landed on Ricter.
However for him he seemed to just wipe it off quickly, it burned like hell but nothing he couldn't take, or at least he would say that normally if not for the fact that it hurt way more than it should.
“With Lanor being separated from me I’m not as invincible any more.”
His sword is what gave him most if not all of his super natural powers, sure he had the ability to use magic in its stand alone manner, but for him to even survive some of the stuff he’s been hit with its because of his weapon. Which didn’t bode well for him, nor Simon as the small burn on his hand didn’t go away but he bared it for now and scaled his way up the tree a bit more.
Little did they know that with all the acid falling on the tree it was beginning to collect near the base of it, burning the roots and eating away at the bark and wood. Meanwhile up top Simon had managed to shoot off most of the vines before he was let go off and tumbled on top of the canopy, however the branches were not strong enough to hold him and he nearly plummeted six or seven feet before landing on a sturdy branch.
Landing strait on his stomach as he grunted from the sudden drop but also noticed Ricter was right next to him, climbing up but stopping once he saw that the rodent had fell not too far from him.
“You alright?”
“Guuahu.” Simon was probably okay..
But just as Ricter began to move down to go and grab him a loud snapping noise, not unfamiliar to the two of them would ring out in the swamp. The acid that had been spilled bellow and along the tree had eaten away at the organic sections of the tree and now had caused the tree to begin tipping into one direction.
Ricter quickly realized they were about to fall and it was around a thirty foot drop to get back down, something he would risk normally but in such a state that he was in, he didn't wish to get wounded, he had to be a lot more careful too. Which was why as he dropped down and grabbed hold of Simon who was awake but injured, he picked them up and carried them partly on his back as the tree tipped over and headed strait down towards the water.
They were going down, there was no way to protect against that, however hitting the still water of the swamp was going to hurt and as he adjusted himself, the weasel would hold onto Simon in a manner so that he took the blunt of the soon to be impact.
As the tree fell and then crashed into the water so did both Simon and Ricter which, given the size of the tree, made multiple ripples and even pushed out the water into waves that swept both of them into another direction. Causing them to go along with the push of water and after a while they would end up at a sore line.
Washing up on the muddy shore storm clouds began to roll in now, it was beginning to rain again, but in a light drizzle that was picking up slowly. Ricter was choking, laying on the ground as he stirred and began to move. Mean while Simon was already up, having been protected from actually being the blunt of the fall he struggled to get to his feet as he coughed up sour swamp water.
Slowly, the two of them would rise however Ricter seemed to get up fully first and lean on a near by tree, his already messed up clothes were not down to just his shirt and pants, while Simon was more or less in the same attire but kept his shoes.
After catching their breaths it would seem Ricter would be the first person to address what was going on now that they were water logged.
“Y-you alive.”
Breath was baited by water clogging his lungs but Simon would speak to him soon after, “Barely.”
On hearing this Ricter nodded, “Good.” Before walking over to the rodent who was stumbling still and reaching out before socking him square in the jaw with a well placed punch. The act of aggression was shocking and even he didn’t expect it as it sent Simon back a couple feet and onto his ass. He had a few second to register what happened before he got up.
“What the hell is your problem?!” The rodent said as he gripped his nose, his jaw was sore now but he would swing back, hitting Ricter square in the chest and making him stagger but not enough to break him down. Their height difference was no longer a factor, mostly because some how he had shrunk a couple inches, now Ricter was shorter than Simon for some reason.
“My problem? Your the one who got me into this mess! I brought you along the help, not to sabotage every thing!” Turning he swiped a kick across his left arm, knocking them to the ground again as the rodent groaned and got up, the rain pelting both of them as it seemed like the two were beginning to fight.
“Your the dumb ass who asked for help! This is hardly my fault!”
“Yeah right! So those raptors weren't part of your plan huh? Nor was these damn orcs or even that plant then? That's very hard to believe!” He growled, clearly fed up and annoyed by what has been going on. But their wasn't the time for talking as Simon would rush in and tackle Ricter to the ground, knocking him flat on his back before beginning to pummel him across the face.
Slamming fists against his cheeks and head, yelling louder. “You never trusted me anyways! Why dose it fuckin’ matter now?!” Giving the weasel a bloody nose Ricter countered by grabbing his arm and turning with him, sending them onto their back and hitting Simon even harder, thrashing him with slams and fists.
“Why the hell should I trust a criminal who’s only looking out for himself! I knew what you were trying to do the moment we left town, but that stupid nagging in my head said to give you a chance. Ha! Look where that's gotten us.” Ricter seemed livid, even now he was yelling back instead of staying calm.
Simnon soon drove his foot into the weasels crotch causing him to flinch before he was pushed off him. Both having blood stained faces at this point, and even some claw marks too. Getting up in a shaky manner the rodent made his way over and began kicking the still recovering stoat in his chest, stomach and even a few aimed at his face.
Most blocked, but some he flinched towards when hit by them. “I am not your fucking pet you can just keep in a crystal forever, and I refuse to take orders from someone like you!”
After a few more kicks Ricter would grab his leg, pulling it from under his position as the mud made standing even harder to do. Eventually causing him to fall however as Ricter got up he grabbed what seemed like a rock, straddling the rodent as he aimed to smash his head in. However through their panting and hard breathing their was a stillness and pause.
The rain cascaded over their faces, and showed the bruises, blood, and marks they left on one another. However in this moment their was silence, and most of all their was little more than them staring each other down.
“Do it, kill me. You were right, had every reason not to trust me, from the moment you gave me that deal I planned on killing you some how and making off with that gem, so I can live like a prime and never have to worry about death!”
The man spat to the side, trickles of red laced his spit, while Ricter glanced down at him, his breath returning however it didn’t stop his rapidly beating heart that was hammering inside of his chest. “End it already! You killed who I was before you can do it again!”
It was at this moment Ricter knew what he needed to do and instead of slamming it down on his head, he tossed the rock into the water. Making it seem like he was showing mercy. Which was not true as right after the stoat dropped to his side with his elbow out and basically elbow dropped him in the face, causing him to hold his nose and roll around in pain.
“Son of a bitch!” He cursed as he wiggled around and rolled along the dirt in pain, he almost broke his snout from that, not that he didn’t deserve it for all the crap he’s put them through.
It was a very painful hit, that was for sure, but as both of them laid there he didn’t get up to strike again, instead just laying in the mud as water hit their faces. “Killing you would be pointless, not only that but I need you for the time being.”
Ricter stated as he panted softly, but Simon would start to slowly get up, being helped by the weasel who was faster to stand but both seemed to be quite injured now. “Still thinking about using me huh?” Simon added before giving a moan of pain.
“Like you haven’t been trying to use me this entire time.” A glare came down on Simon from Ricters perspective, he was serious when he said this and it was easy to tell that he meant every word of it too.
“You know we might end up fighting again pretty soon, even after this is over.” Simon added as they would begin walking, choosing this time to walk around the sides of the swamp as with a cold trail they needed to find some way of doing this while it was still light out.
“We’ll get to that point when it comes too it, for now I know this place better than you. I suggest you stay close and actually listen to me for once. Or next time I’ll just leave you to die, I have no problem with that if you want to think you know everything.”
This startled the rodent, never one for taking orders however in this face he couldn’t help but listen to him, not that they held much trust still, they obviously had a lot of issues to go over and deal with right now. For the time being though they had more pressing issues.
Sitting down on a log Ricter began to bandage up the two of them, wraps would be placed along their heads and arms while wrapping a few around the torso as well. He didn’t have many kinds of medicines on hand but he at least kept some pain killers in his pockets and ate one while giving Simon one as well. Accepting it with out a word or even asking what it was.
“So, got a plan other than trying to cause more trouble?” Ricter asked.
“Actually, you know, what I do. I remember they said they were transporting a bunch of what we got jacked for too a camp, if I know anything about stealing and transporting things its that they would need to ensure that anything they took along would need to be cooked or at least preserved if it were meat of some kind.”
Thinking for a moment he would add, “Also when I was up on top of the tree I could see the entire forest, so I’d say we climb up top and find some camp fires, maybe check if they had stopped to cook those raptor bodies they picked up. Sound good?”
The idea was pretty sound and seemed like it would work if it wasn’t raining, but it would make the smoke easier to point out through all the fog that was around here. They may have to wait but once the last bandage was placed down on the bridge of Simons nose, causing him to flinch, Ricter would stand up and stretch. Still just as much in pain as the rodent was in right now.
“Sounds good to me, I’ll check out if I can spot anything over the tree tops.”
There was a bit of mutual understanding between the two of them now, surely their problems wouldn't be solved right away, but it was a step. Nothing like beating the shit out of someone your supposed to work with to ensure they listen to you.