Loren vs. Blades war

[Gen. Volkov]

 OOC: Depleting whose numbers? A little confused by that one.

[lonewolf]

 OOC: I thought it was pretty clear but I edited it.  

[wolf bite]

 Wolf Bite leans down to help an aged hamster up the steps as he hears a ?swish? sound over his head. He turns fast to see what it was and his tail accidentally knocks a sword caring rat into the fountain.  Wolf Bite looks around and sees a mole running full speed at him, Wolf Bite steps aside as the mole slides across the slippery stone patio into the desert table. ?No need to run, the bathrooms are down the hall to the left,? the host tells the mole.

As Gen. Volkov is about to take a swing he feels a tap on his shoulder, turning he finds a Weasel in a black vest, bow tie, and brimless hat holding a tray of appetizers.

With a flip of Wolf Bite?s paw, the jesters in many colored clothes start to intertwine with the party goers and traveling minstrels mingle in the crowd.


Wolf Bite

[Gen. Volkov]

 The crazed look in Volkov's eyes fades and he stares at the weasel.
"What are you doing?"
Volkov shrugs and takes an appetizer, then another, then another.
"Mmmm... those are good."
He finally stops at 15. Then he goes and washes in a stream and gets a change of clothes from an assisstant. After that, he calmly wanders into the party and mingles with the other guests, though he does eye the weapons on the table, though his own sword is still in its sheath.

[IFman]

 If, seeing enough action, thanks wolf bite and heads for the door. His eyes never staying from the crazed volkav.

[lonewolf]

 Lonewolf dissapointed in not seeing that much of a fight goes back into the mansion and gets some appetizers. He sees his leaders talking to the other guests and decides to enjoy the party while it lasts. But still he keeps a watchful eye over the other guests.