Warning: Some strong language and tense issues.

Now that that's out of the way, we're going to continue the Fahari and Fumblies story from the last time where they'd come across a battle: The Philler Gang against the Fifth Column.
    That's where this one starts off!

 
Slight language warning, F-bomb

Fahari and Sir Fumblies had stumbled upon a battle between the infamous fascist Fifth Column and a group of oddities representing the Philler Gang, which was actually quite ironic. You see, the Fifth Column had been involved heavily in the kidnapping of certain princesses, while the Philler Gang seemed very interested in the ongoing Bearsmasher situation.

Fahari looked up, hearing Fumblies words. Her ears flicked as she growled. "But who do we assist. I do not like the feel of the uniformed ones and the others... " She wrinkled her nose, inadvertently baring fang. "...smell too much of hippie for my tastes."

"Yes but the military guys have just suffered a major defeat and might be looking better leadership. As for the hippies, they appear to be a newer force." Fumblies made his observations quickly and then grinned slightly. “Besides we can always take out the winner if need be.” He waited for a reply while he wondered how to get the answers he needed.

Fahari frowned. Waiting for a victor meant precious time wasted. Time that would mean the trail would be even harder to pick up on the other side. She thought and then brightened. "If the other force is newer, perhaps they just formed in response to the first?"

Fumblies nodded slightly but then blinked looking at the way the gang were arrayed in the streets. "No I think the military types are trying to prevent the hippies from getting away with something. Look how the hippies are heading towards us away from where we need to go."

Fahari shook her head. "But... the uniformed ones do not inspire the townsfolk, as a good City Watch would." Indeed, what citizens that were near seemed to be in a state of terror. "I believe that in this case there are no right choices- only less wrong ones."

"Well the military types, the Fifth Column, were involved with the Princesses being kidnapped and are a known entity. The Hippies are an unknown faction entirely." Fumblies spoke once again as he eyed the nearest hippy thoughtfully.

Fahari nodded, trying her best to puzzle this out. "True, however it is the Column that is pressing the hippies in our direction. Would that not make the Council the greater threat?"

"Let me find out." Fumblies moved forward heading towards the nearest hippie. Spinning the hippie around to face him, Fumblies smiled. "What is happening here?" Fumblies held up his fist and cracked his knuckles while waiting for an answer.

"Dude, you don't want no part of the Philler Gang! We're taking these streets over! And before you know it, we're gonna catch this Viking chick and totally steal her pet dragon!" The stranger responded.

Fahari padded up to stand beside Fumblies- though apart by a few important steps. “I believe we have found our prey then.” She then dropped her robe and spun, kicking the hippie in the head during his moment of weakness.

"Indeed, and yet at the same time I don’t think we have. As he just said that the Philler Gang would catch up with Kadlin... Meaning that someone else took her. Though I think they are a possible threat to streets."

"Then we must protect the streets and the citizenry until others can arrive!" Fahari growled this, but whether because of frustration at the delay or because she just had kicked another Philler for in the teeth wasn’t apparent.

Fumblies grinned as he gave the orders for his Brutes and Knobs into battle attacking the Philler Gang form behind as they turned to avenge their fallen comrades. “If the Fifth Column wants an issue then we can face them too.” Fumblies drew his sword and walked into battle while the Brutes charged into the fray with glee. Fahari charged with them, her blows decimating the Phillers before she was grabbed by the hair and jerked back off her feet.

She roared and spun- only to face what could only be described as a human analogue of herself. Tall, dark and muscular the woman wore a black tube top and denim shorts- but Fahari didn’t have time to notice things like that now because she was met by a fist to the face from this woman, causing her to sag for a moment, suspended by the hair.

The woman nearly growled. “Bitch- I’m gonna teach you why you don’t mess with the Philler gang. Then, if you’re still breathin’ I’m gonna let the guys mess with you for a while!”

Fumblies spins around as he hears the growl and with out a second of hesitation moves up behind the Philler Gang woman and taps her shoulder. As she turns he slams the hilt of his sword into her face. “And this is why you don’t fuck with the Fumblies’ Command.” Fumblies grins as he waits to see if Fahari would need more help.

Fahari did take advantage of the distraction, roaring as she pounced on the woman and drove her to the ground in a very unmonk like move, Neither was the mauling that began after they landed, which caused the dark woman to screech and push Fahari away, scrambling to her feet herself. She was bloodied and pissed off now. “Oh bitch now you are gonna DIE!”

“Eventually- just not today and not at your hands.”

Fumblies could see that Fahari had the matter well in hand and moved to face a mace wielding creature of undetermined nature. It was such an observation cause by the dirty furs that were wrapped about the things body. “So want a piece of me do you?”

“You will pay for you insolence. Philler will find you and make you regret your actions.” The beast roared and slammed the mace down towards Fumblies. The hit is caught by the half-orc’s raised arm which snaps audibly.

This causes Fumblies to roar in pain filled rage. “You will DIE!” Fumblies lunges at him as he seems to grow from a triggered growth spell.

Fahari glances over at the bone snapping sound, barely able to get a block up to prevent a clore tom the dark woman’s double axe handle. She gasped at the force of the blow, then drove forward trying to take this fight back to the ground. But the woman wasn’t going to be moved, and she wraps those strong arms around Fahari’s waist and lifts her, dropping the Feline hard on her back.

Meanwhile, the Brutes and Knob were locked in battle and the Fifth Column troops were slowly moving forward to take out the seemingly more powerful Philler Gang. Yet even that didn’t seem to be enough as the Philler Gang was some how managing hold their own. It was as if the odd collection of beings that made up the Philler Gang were stronger than the average person.

Fumblies in his now larger size managed to catch the bewildered mace wielder off guard with a sword swipe across its chest. The mace wielder fell back as a group of three undetermined Philler Gange members swarmed Fumblies. Fumblies was pushed back deeper into the Philler gang ranks which separates him from Fahari.

Meanwhile, another platoon of Fifth Column soldiers had arrived to make the fight more even. This also served as a means to add more chaos to the battle field. Chaos that would attract all sorts of forces to it. Each of the members of the Fumblies’ Command had been isolated making the fight a losing one as the Philler Gang started to retreat, herding them along.

Meanwhile Fahari was having a rougher time of it even as the rest of the Philler Gang was routed. Her opponent had her locked into a painful hold and was threatening to do some real damage with it. Fahari screeched as her shoulder went pop and twisted desperately, throwing herself forward hard with a headbutt that finally convinced the bitch to let go.

The woman turned, hearing orders from another Gang member then turned back and nearly growled as good as Fahari could. “This isn’t over bitch! Next time you’re dead meat- got it?” She turned and left without waiting for an answer, not that Fahari was going to give one.

As the Philler Gang left the field so did the Fifth Column, leaving dozens of dead bodies behind as the only sign that a battle had just taken place. Fahari wasn’t thinking about them, or the bodies or anything else at that moment except for one thing. Her shoulder hurt like hell- and was about to hurt even more as she braced herself and pushed just so- squalling again as the shoulder popped back into place. She almost passed out but held on to a tiny shred of consciousness and fought her way back to her feet, panting.

She took the scents again- and smirked. Of course, the Philler Gang was going in the opposite direction from the trail she had been following. She stood and thought for the merest of moments before moving out. A deep part of her told her that she must find Kadlin and rescue her. While another, deeper part of her drove her to follow the Philler Gang- and Fumblies. She shook her head as she did, realizing she had never felt this driven before to find someone.

Another nice little battle scene, and again, Fumblies and Fahari move the mission plot forward. Next up, Cattaras and Dash have to have a man to Feline discussion.