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Welcome to the 2nd Salamandastron Boxing Mat Page.  You write a description of how you defeat your enemy and another member does the same.  Each entry gets 5 food.  A winner will be chosen based on the votes every week.  The winner gets 17 food!  Members vote for who wins. You get one food for voting.  Only one vote per member per battle
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Perigord--0 votes
Battle #3:
Torgorch vs Perigord
Torgorch-Winner of the Battle with 2 votes!!
You're a robber fox , rough but sly.When you are walking down a road coming back from robbing a family of squirrels you see a hare. Kind of small but with two fine weapons,a longsword with a ruby on the hilt ,and a fine longbow. Its shafts are feathered blue. How you would love these!!!Without warning you hurl your sling at him ,he casually dodges it and unsheathes his sword.  You sling at him again and this time it deflects off his sword with a "ping!".  You take out your battle ax and charge. "This shall take care of you rabbit!!"  Now becoming enraged he jumps aside ,trips you and expertly weilds his sword. On the ground now you try to block but your too late, the sword seems to grow out of your side ,darkness ...darkness...
As I have learned recently you have been plotting to over pass your elders, so I have to take matters into my own hands. As you see you have challenged me two a duel and I have taken your challenge. So you can try to kill me but will lose. You draw what you call a long sword and charge. All I do is step aside. Boom I kick you in the hind and you fall. I take a pike off a near wall and smack you upside the face. You charge again and catch my arm.Your blade breaks off in my arm, so I toss you the pike, rip out your blade and use it against your self. It peirces my skin but I don't mind,so you charge raise your weapon, and I duck, so you miss keep running and trip over me. I poke you in the belly and you fall over crying. That will teach a poor excuse of a long patroller, so I walk away and tend my wounds.
Battle #4:
Bronto vs. Kailia
Urthblade--1 vote Kailia-2 votes
   A brave wildcat is what you always considered yourself to be. Armed with a long, curving blade you have won all battles you’ve fought, at least until you met the badger.
    You were making your way to Redwall Abbey when you noticed a peaceful-looking badger in a green tunic walking down the path. You grin, you have slew many badgers in your life. All of them were slow and dull-witted beasts. You walk out in front of the badger and call out, “Die, striped-dog!”
    You charge the badger, swinging your sword. He waits for you in the at ease position. This is going to be an easy kill, you think. Just when you are nearly on top of him, he ducks with incredible speed. You can’t stop in time. As you tumbled over his back, he turns and pulls out a beautiful, broad sword that had been carefully hidden in his tunic.
    “Get up and fight like a rat,” taunted the badger. He positioned himself in a fighting stance.
    Angered, you charge the badger again. As you swing, he blocks your blade with his sword in one paw. The other paw comes up and punches you in the nose. You would have felt yourself being sent through the air if it wasn’t for the excruciating pain in your face.
    Madder than ever, you charge the badger. The badger swings his marvelous and cuts your blade in half. You suddenly feel something that you never felt before, fear. As you turn to run, the badger grabs your tail. You feel yourself being lifted and swung over his head. Suddenly he lets go. The last thing that you see is the oak tree that is speeding towards at a million miles per hour.
--Written by Urthblade the Warrior
  You stride swaggeringly through the forest, twirling your sharp dagger in
your right paw, gloating to yourself about your most recent plunder.  A
family of squirrels, it was, shivering and cringing every time your ferret
paws touched them.  You're about to laugh out loud, when you hear someone
singing.  That someone soon comes around a bend, a dark-furred female otter
with strange silver markings around her eyes.  She moves swiftly, but is far
away yet, and doesn't seem to notice you.  You can hear the words of her
song, carried on the wind:
"When darkness wraps its velvet cape, around the woodlands here,
and moonlight pours oe'r leaf and bush, and starlight seems too near,
I'll be gliding through the night,
a creature of the sky,
silver fur that shines so bright,
my arrows, straight they fly..."
    You snort contemptously.  Silly, song writing creature.  A skinny otter,
and a girl no less!  Just before she looks up to see you, you fling your
dagger without warning, straight at her heart.  But it doesn't reach.  You
step back, slightly shocked as it falls to the ground, knocked aside by her
scimitar.  Where did that sword come from?  No matter.
    "Draw a weapon, ferret."
Her voice is surprisingly calm.  You sneer, and pull out a long, deadly
dirk, charging without ceremony.  A clash, a ring of steel, the sound of fur
shifting and breath exhaled, and you're on the ground, at the point of her
curved blade.  You look up, to see that her face shows nothing.
    "Who are you?"
She sighs, lifting her blade and putting it back into her belt.
    "Kailia Silverstreak.  And you are lucky."
As she turns, you fling your dirk again, only to have it knocked aside as
the dagger was, and to find your throat open, life slipping away.  The last
thing you see is her cleaning her blade on the grass beside you.
Written by Kailia Silverstreak