Ute had had enough of the beasts' incursions into her settlement. She stormed out of the storeroom into the centre of the camp. She quickly took stock of the dwarves around her. Most of the settlers were in camp, the barred from the trees by the Coati men. In a rage, she made a split second decision. "Oi! Dwarves!" Ute got their attention. Most looked as if they expected to flee to the storeroom again. A few dwarves began taking tentative steps in that direction. "Nae! Not this time. Wit' me, less show 'em what we're made of!"
The dwarves converged on Ute. "Children behind, grab your weapons, whatever you can find. If you don't have a weapon, use your hands. Form two squads. We'll give 'em a good show, by Armok." The dwarves nodded, their beards matted from the rain.
An unlucky Coati man probed into the village again. Ute roared, and led a pack of 11 wet, angry dwarves after her. The beast saw the threat and began bolting out the camp. The posse gave chase.
The coati man tried to shake the dwarves off his tail by lurching right and bounding up the wooded slope. The dwarves kept after him. The forest was disorientating. The posse was forced to push through branches and clamor up the slopes in pursuit of their quarry. Ute didn't see who got to him first, but by the time she got their, the Coati Man had been beaten into pulp by a group of angry dwarves. As the dwarves stopped to catch their breath, the creature's companions skulked into view, snarling and hissing. The group hesitated a moment before Broseph Stalin led the charge with his axe.
What ensued was almost an entire day of chases, scraps, brawls and kills. It ended with 4 of the beasts dead, and a few bruised dwarves. As they trickled back into camp, there was a glowing feeling of pride amongst the gang- they were capable of defending their home. There was no beer yet, but the dwarves clustered around and shared a meal of raw plump helmets and river water.
We need to git a bloody still up... Ute muttered. Still, she was satisfied with their progress thus far. They just had more to do.
A child's scream interrupted their meal. He ran into the group, an angry, a screeching coati man right on his tail. Many of the dwarves scattered in shock. It only took one swing of Broseph stalin's axe to fell the beast.