Yeah I'm late again… But to make it up for you I got this awesome art from Ziegelzeig (yeah him again)! So… no hard feeling? Really guys, just go check his DA account ziegelzeig .deviantart Just erase the spaces and enjoy!

I watched Drifter recently (which is a pretty good anime/manga… Well the dude also made Hellsing sooooo yeah, pretty good) but really, seeing a samurai cut what seems to be a bastard sword with his katana? HAAAAA! Duuude that hurts the medievalist in me!

Just in case some of you didn't get it it's: Lucia Fangmeyer, Gary Wolford, and Dwayne McHorn. I find it more interesting to give them first names. You get more attached. BTW I'm sure I'm not the first to give them those names I don't know who was the first, if I'm stealing someone's ideas please tell me so I can ask them the right to use it.

Anyway, let's take a look at this chapter okay? Enjoy ̴

Nick turned toward the bunny and snarled: "Magi know how to revive corpses. Who do you think taught them how..." Before she even had the chance to reply he cut her off with his left paw and massaged his temple with his other one. "And what did you said? YOUR mammals? Is that a joke?" She raised her paw in an attempt to answer but he simply turned his back to her. "You know what, don't answer. I don't need to know how desperate the Templars are to recruit a carrots farmer or ever give one her own company."

The wolf he had gave his order was looking at both him and the bunny, not knowing what to do… 'Well, time to remind them they who beat them into the dust…'

"Get your brothers and sisters, go back to the village!" he barked at the bunny's face and turned away.

"Wolfy! I thought I gave you an order?!" he shouted at the poor wolf. "Lead the fucking way or I swear I will let you slay your formers comrades alone!"

The wolf's eyes shot awake at his tone and he gave a military salute: "Yes sir, Gary Wolford ready to lead the way, sir!" He shot before turning his back and walking to a small hole in the vegetation that surrounded the clearing.

"Brother Wolford!" the bunny shouted. "What do you think you are doing?! I did not gave you permission to -"

He knew he needed to shut her up or they would lose too much time. So he turned and growled at her. "Listen up soon to be commander; you have authority over this company because your higher ups gave it to you. I have been on the battlefield before you even got that fuzzy little tail of yours out of your burrow, so shut it!"

"How- How dare you, fox. You - " the bunny started.

"I said shut it!" He was now standing right in front of her and had to admit she had some guts. It had been a long time since someone had held their ground in front of him… but he needed it to end.

"I am the first bunny templar and also the youngest mammal to have her own troop, you-" she replied, her voice full of anger.

"I. don't. care." He moved his paw in an up and down motion to emphasis his words. "Now, Wolfy lead the way!" He turned away and followed the wolf, but it seemed the doe wasn't done with him.

"Don't turn your back at me!" she shouted at him before drawing her sword, ready to fight.

He did not even bother to take his own weapon out; instead he turned to face her with both his arms up, showing everything around him. "Look around you, fluff," he said. "Isn't this enough? Isn't the ground red enough? Have the Templars fallen so low, they hire bloodthirsty rabbits and make them commanders?"

This seemed to do the trick, she lowered her weapon and gave him an ashamed look before he turned away.

'Good, if Karma is fair enough we'll get there before the demons can control the corpses. There's been enough fighting today.' He thought.

You know she never is...

'I have the right to keep dreaming so shut up!' Talking to an inner voice was good for practicing speeches, if you were good at shutting a voice in your head up, you would perform perfectly in front of another mammal. And he had plenty of occasions to practice.

"So… who are you really?" asked the wolf, who appeared to be called Wolford, after some time.

"Shut it and concentrate. I don't want you to lose us in these woods," he commanded. Wolford obliged, and kept walking forward, stopping there and then to sense around. 'Yep, good at shutting other mammals up.'

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Gary Wolford didn't know what to think about the mess they had walked into. After suffering heavy losses fighting a bunch of demons, they had hoped to rest a bit but ended up facing a fox that had beaten McHorn and him down. He knew he was to blame, he shouldn't have pissed the fox off and shouldn't have underestimated him. But said fox - who happened to be named Nick Wilde - had been kind enough to, first, not kill them, then offer to share his meal and finally heal them… Sadly, when he had sent McHorn and him away, Grizoly had turned into a monster made of flesh and rocks. And when he and his brother had lost consciousness during the fight, Wilde had keep going. This was prone to change the way he had always viewed foxes…

Their walk was bringing them closer to the gigantic oak tree when he stopped. Something was wrong… He turned to Wilde and spoke. "Something -"

"Is ahead. Yeah I know, seems like we are too late." The smaller predator cut him off before taking the lead… and stopping. "Where did you say you left the corpses?" he asked, suddenly looking very concerned.

"Near a very big oak tree," Wolfard answered casually. 'After all, what was wrong with it?' … he asked himself before the eyes of the fox widened.

"Shit!" was all he said before pulling his bastard sword out and walking toward the place.

Wolford followed, curious of what could put the fox in such a state of unease. They stopped when they spotted, behind the trees, the first signs of being near the oak tree. Wilde gave him a set of signs. 'No. Speak. Now. Danger. Ahead.' He gulped, the smaller predator also knew the Templars sign language. He nodded before adding 'What. danger?' And was surprised to see the fox motion him to get closer.

Later he would regret even asking or accompanying the fox but at the moment he was just curious so he closed the gap between them and looked at what Wilde was pointing at: Mane was standing up near the oak tree, his shield in his left paw and his mace in his right. Near him were his two wolf brothers, a bit farther the hippo standing next to the buffalo's corpse that was still down. Then a vision of horror occurred, a green light was emitted from the oak tree and 'tore' it in half. From the other side could be seen a green looking 'world'...

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Nick saw a green coloured flame leak through the portal before it started to slowly shut. He knew what that thing was, a lesser demon that hadn't the force to manifest itself with its true body… but he had one to possess not far from here…

He thought for a second that it would be better to destroy the body before it could be possessed but he had no way of doing so without getting close so he quickly made up his mind… They needed to get away.

A scream that he knew all too well forced him to look at the corpse of the buffalo, now moving erratically, arms and legs being agitated with brisk spasms. After a few second the body contorted itself in a strange way before getting up. Nick looked at the wolf next to him and saw his disbelief and horror. 'Well I guess he'll regret looking at this for the next ten years… And hopefully he'll remember to destroy the corpses next time…'

You know that templars are idiots…

"Why are they moving?" Wolford asked in fear as the sight of the five dead and yet walking mammal closing in. "Did they sensed us?" He added, probably thinking about his fallen wolf brothers.

"Nooo," Nick replied, making the 'o' a little longer as he slowly turned away and started to to silently walk away. "But heading our way may be the fastest way to the village…" at that moment they they saw a green lighting hit the oak tree and a loud cracking sound echoed in the forest.

"RUN!" shouted Nick, ignoring the five dead mammals nearby.

Wolford followed him instantly, he probably had liked his brothers but maybe the thought of spending some time alone with them right now wasn't the most pleasing idea.

A horrible scream behind them motivated them to run faster. 'Whatever is behind it doesn't sound friendly!' Nick thought to himself.

Of course it doesn't… Did you forget what made this kind of scream? What kind of curse transforms non magi into abomination?

Nick stopped in his track. Wolford that had been following nearly bumping into him.

"Fuuuck!" he said, trailing the 'u' as he resumed his race, Wolford once again behind him.

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Immediately after Gary and Nick had left them, Judy had ordered her remaining brother to help Lucia walk and led the way to the small village they had left before their battle inside the damned forest.

At first she had feared the fox had tricked them into going the wrong direction, but as they walked she finally spotted a few paths that she recognized and soon enough they made it out of the creepy forest. She felt bad for doubting the fox ...Nick Wilde... 'I have to admit I have been a jerk with him earlier… but so was he. I guess we're even?'

When they reached the village entrance a few farmers - some rabbits and deer - came to greet them. They were some of the villager that had contacted them and told them about the demons. "Did you get them?" asked a rather young and yet strong Whitetail deer who appeared to be the son of this village's chief.

"Yes we did," she answered. "Though we suffered numerous loses while doing so…"

"You killed the fox?" he asked, anger filling his eyes.

"Wait, what?" shotLucia, obviously choked that someone could mistrust the same mammal that had saved her earlier.

"The fox mage that called the demons. Did you get him?" Repeated a rabbit near them. This rabbit was fully brown and kind of reminded her of her father. "Trouble started after he appeared in the village and we had to chase him for trying to rob us." he explained.

"We indeed met a fox but -" started Judy.

"You didn't killed him?!" shouted the deer. "You didn't killed that son of a witch?! Since he had appeared the crops are looking ill, strange noises come from the forest and demons have appeared!" Obviously he was very vindictive at the fox.

That reminded her of her own judgement earlier… and she didn't liked being reminded of her mistake or her own bigotry when SHE was the one to be looked down most of the time. "Listen here," she growled. "I won't let you badmouth a mammal that saved the life of one of my Templars!" The bigger mammal froze, "Now IF you have some proof of what you're - "

Thunder cut her off, soon followed by the cracking noise of lightning striking the ground… Not so far off, in the forest.

"Did you see that?" asked a ram, pointing at the forest as if anyone could've miss it.

"No, sorry I was too focused on bleeding to death over here…" joked Lucia. Judy was thankful, it helped draw the attention on something other than the unusual sight - sure it had rained but it wasn't natural lightning and even these mammals could see it - and help everyone forget the fox… that could be near the place the lightning had struck…

"Do you have a room to spare? My sister needs rest." She inquired.

The deer nodded. "Sure follow me."

"Dwayne, get Lucia inside and make sure she gets what she needs to recover." She said. "I'll head to the forest and look for Gary and the fox."

She had started to walk to the forest when Fangmeyer stopped her. "Sorry, sister Hopps, I can't let you do that." Judy turned eyes wide. "You know procedure, always at least two together, there could be an ambush somewhere and you would be killed."

"Yeah, you're right. Let's help you find a room, I'm sure the villagers can take care of you while Dwayne and I can go back in the forest -" she tried but this time it was McHorn that cut her.

"Sorry, sister Hopps but that's also against procedure, never leave a harmed brother alone." He said in a stone-like voice. She may have been in charge of the troop but she was tested here, and the higher ups would want her to follow the rules. If only Wolford hadn't left with the fox…

"He knew…" she said when she relalised.

Fangmeyer nodded. "Yeah it just hit me when we get here… He needed to make sure we couldn't follow him…"

"But why?" asked McHorn. "What does he get from it?"

"If you ask me, you let your guard down around him and he used the chance to escape…" answered the deer. "Now do you want me to show you a room for the lady?" Despite how courtois he was Judy noticed something odd in the deer's behavior… Then, when walking through the town she understood. There wasn't a single predator in it… Obviously Mchorn had picked that up earlier, which explained why he didn't want to leave Fangmeyer alone even if those mammals wouldn't hurt a Templar, they could make sure a predator was locked in a room she couldn't leave of her free will…

"Commander Carrots! Commander Carrots! Retreat! Retreat!"

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Nick was an endurant mammal, when fighting for your life… for all your life, you tended to develop these kind of characteristics. He was fast too, every fox needed to be fast. In the earlier times it would have been for hunting or running away from a bigger predator or a rival who was too strong. Nowaday it wasn't so different, be quick if you wanted to move through the battlefield without being hurt, or chase a target, or escape a threat… which was actually the case. The lightning had torn the veil and demons would gush out of it until it closed by itself.

He had to go back to the village and tell everyone to evacuate.

You seems to forget how they treated you when you tried to stay for the night…

'To hell with them I'm just warning them so my conscience is okay. After that I don't care what happens to them!' he replied to the voice in his head.

He quickly looked behind him, the wolf was having trouble keeping up but at least there was no demons

Not a reason to stop running and get the fuck OUT OF HERE!

Running through the woods, he finally made it out and spotted the village. He kept running until he knew his voice would reach: "Commander Carrots! Commander Carrots! Retreat! Retreat!" He ignored the look all the villagers gave him and grabbed the doe by the arms. "You have to evacuate this place! Demons are coming!" he warned.

"Wh-what?" she asked, taken apart.

Calm down, you're scaring her...

"Ask Wolfy," he pointed the panting wolf behind him. "He saw them too. At least one revenant and three ghouls, plus the incoming demons, you stand no chance! You need to get away!"

Leave them alone...

"I told you miss," the deer next to her cut in. "You should've kill him earlier, now he has awoken the demons!"

The words of the prey had the effect of a iced cold shower on him. He immediately let go of the bunny and looked at bigger mammal. "What did you say?" his voice was calm but he made sure to make it sound a threatening as he could. "I am sure you just assumed that I called the demon near your podunk hole that you dare to call a village!"

"How dare you, fox-" the deer started

"You know what?" he stopped him with his paw, "You won; I'm leaving. Whatever happens from now on is not my problem, just stay here and be eaten alive if you wish, it's none of my business. And you Templars, you should take my advice and run as well."

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Nick was walking away but Judy caught him by the arm. "One moment please," she said toward the deer. "Could I have a word, Mister Wilde?" she pulled him behind an old barn before letting him go.

"Now, now, bunny. I know I'm a gorgeous male but aren't you Templar supposed to refrain from those kind of needs?" the tod said with a smile.

It took her a few seconds to understand what he meant. She felt her cheeks get hotter and shuttered her reply: "It's- it's n-not I don't- you…" she pulled her ears over her eyes and took a deep breath before speaking again. "This podunk, as you said, is what they call their home… You know they won't run away right?"

The question wasn't even meant to be answered, of course they wouldn't leave it - for some of them their house had been passed through generations and generations, their fields was all they ever had and they would rather die protecting it than flee - but she needed him to answer the question anyway to judge him and see if he could be of use in the upcoming battle.

'A good leader has to listen then take action,' she had been told by all the commanders she had asked. 'If you have trouble with your mammals, give them the chance to talk first: they will ease up and be more suggestive for you to lead their thoughts and impose your will.'

It was her first attempt to use such a tactic but she felt pretty confident about the result… If it wasn't for Wilde's complete silence and the way he looked deep into her eyes, pressing her to speak first. She fought back, not wanting to give him the advantage she locked eyes with him and waited for what felt like eternity... until a small move from him, a flinch of his tail, a small rotation of his lower paw, the almost imperceptible reil back of his elbow made her understand he was about to leave.

"Wait!" she shouted, extending his paw as if to catch him. He let her touch him and gave her a wide toothy grin… she knew she had lost… "They need us!" she added.

Wilde laughed: "I think they made it clear that the last thing they wanted was my help!" he had almost screamed the three last words out of anger. "But don't worry, the death of countless specist mammals won't weigh a lot on my shoulders." He added.

"But WE need you help!" she replied. "We saw you fight, we know you're good, we could use your help."

He gave her a weird look: "No one forces you to help, ya know?"

"But that's what we Templars do, when a mage, a witch or demons appear we fight them and protect villages like this one." She sighed. "And right now, with our effective fighters reduced to three we could really use your help…"

"Look Carrots," she growled when he called her like that but he ignored it, "the last time I helped you, I lost my tent, my meal, and ended up soaked wet and muddy!" he gestured to himself to emphasis his words. "And you think I will help you out of charity again?"

She saw where he was heading, she had knew the second she had meet him what his profession was… everything about him screamed war and battles, he was a mercenary. "We can make it up to you," she said.

"I hope you do!" he slightly laughed. "But I'm still not buying it, Carrots." She tried to speak once more but he shut her up - she started to be fed up with his bad habits - by lifting one finger. "You," he lifted another finger, "Fang," a third finger, "Wolfy," his fourth finger, "Rhino," he closed his paw and tapped his chest, "and me. Five mammals - and one is badly injured - against at least ten demons, and five walking corpses. Maybe I should remind you that I'm pretty sure one of them is a revenant?"

Judy's mind went blank for a moment. 'Did he just say, revenant?' she asked herself. Revenants were the strongest kind of undead, they were what happened when the strongest kind of demons possessed a corpse, they were able to use the knowledge and fighting techniques the warrior they took control of had mastered but were also keen to use magic… Yet, from what she knew, they were extremely rare… and created by the strongest mages and witches…

"It can't be," she said, not knowing what else to say.

"You believed Demons needed the help of a magi to possess a body you and were proved wrong… You could believe me this time, it would save us a nasty surprise when and if we have to face it…" he replied with a toothy grin.

"I-I believe you," she replied. "It's just-"

He cut her off one more time: "Good, you believe me but that doesn't change the fact that we're outnumbered aaaaand probably helpless against something that wields both magic and swordsmanship."

"You should really lose that bad habit of silencing me." She warned him.

"So, I'm going to get away from here and you should do the same, this podunk isn't worth saving anyway." He replied, totally ignoring her.

"Twenty golds coin! How does that sound?" she shot at him.

Gold was the universal money: it made transaction easier and was accepted in every country. It had a universal value fixed on its weight so that every coin would weight the same and be worth the same in anywhere. It had asked a lot of work from the differents countries - and even more from reptilia that was also using slaves as money - but they agreed on a common price.

But the fox laughed at her… It was her salary for the month...And that fox was laughing at such an offer.

"So little money isn't enough to make me risk my hide for the bigots who've ran me outta town." he said with a smirk once he had finished laughing.

"Then what do you want?" She asked, "Anything and I promise you'll have it!" She added in a desperate attempt to get any help she could to save the village.

"Anything?" he repeated with a grin. It took her a moment to realise what he meant.

"S-Sir, we Templars forbid any kind of relations, carnal ones even more, you can't expect me to-to rut with you!" she replied, her ears lowering behind her back while heat raised up.

"Who said such a thing?" he asked with a small laugh. "You rabbits!" he laughed a bit harder… before straightening up. "Coin makes the world go round, a hundred in my case, Carrots; replace my tent, restock my medicinal supplies and maybe then I'll agree to help you protect this useless hole."

A hundred gold coins… For a single fight… Such a price was worth the best guards, the stealthiest assassins… and of course the strongest mercenaries… It was more than she could promise him but she needed his help.

"You have a deal." She agreed. At this moment, they both heard a scream coming from the inside of the village. When they rushed to find it, Judy froze.

Taking advantage of the night, the two dead wolves had snuck inside the village and killed two farmers with their bare teeth. They were now feeding on them like savage animals and it was only a matter of seconds before they decided to attack another villager… since they were stupid enough to think that their pitchforks and scythes would be enough to force the undead back… She had to act fast… to kill those monsters. But something prevented her from doing so: she knew they weren't her brothers anymore but couldn't bring herself to harm them.

Of course she had been told, like any Templars, that walking corpses weren't the ones they knew, that they could kill them without remorse, that it was freeing them from the magi - or the demon she just learned - that was controlling them. But being taught it at the Academy and experiencing it for the first time was so different she froze in fear.

She looked at Wolford, hoping he would do something, but he was as young and inexperienced in this subject as her, moreover, these two fallen comrades were wolves just like him, she was sure he had a harder time than her.

Fangemeyer was sitting down, still unable to fight, while Mchorn was protecting her and couldn't leave her side... Roughly they were stuck… Save for the fox.

She saw him walk to the two walking corpses and draw his bastard sword in his right paw. One of them charged him, despite his obvious lack of balance, the creature managed to be quite fast and closed dangerously the gap between them. Both its arm where open wide as if it was trying to trap the fox in a hug… a deadly hug that would likely have ended with it biting Wilde's head off.

She feared for him for a moment but he simply took a step to his left, cut the monster's right arm with his sword and turned on himself, his sword still pointing down, waiting for it to keep going forward from his momentum. The manoeuvre took him a second, during which the dead wolf had took two steps forward. Swinging his sword he cut the monster's right Achilles' heel, forcing it to fall.

The second wolf that had also rushed forward was almost on him, trying to use the same tactic that had tried the first. This time, Wilde simply stuck his pointy sword in the dead mammal's sternum - for an undead, such a wound wouldn't be fatal and would only slow it down - and lifted his left paw behind his back.

In that moment, Judy understood why she had never saw him fight with a shield, or use two pawed technique. He drew his falchion and hacked the monster's head off. Turning on himself to face the wounded one, that had turned around and was trying to bite him, he cut it's head off with a backhand slice from his bastard sword.

He stood there in the middle of the two perfectly executed walking dead for a few seconds before putting his swords back in their scabbards and turning to her. For the first time she found in his emerald eyes, now locked with hers, something other than pride and mockery, it was the eyes of a warrior, ready to fight, ready to enter the battlefield and won't leave it as long as an enemy breathed.

"Congratulation, Commander Carrots. You've just recruited one of the Iron Head's captains," he said as if nothing had happened.

I'm sorry! Those who know me know I always try to put a real fighting scene in every chapter but I couldn't here, it wouldn't have been too long!

What was Judy trying to do? That's something I learned in management. Make people do what you want them to do and tricking them thinking it was their own decision.

Okay, exemple: I want one of my co-worker to work next week-end. I'll tell him we are lacking results, that we need an extra sell as soon as possible and I'll ask HIM if he has any idea. If I play it nice enough, HE will give me the idea I wanted to hear: 'We could do extra hours next week-end'. But HE would have made the decision to work, so he will work harder than if I had 'forced' him.

Here Judy tried to force Nick to understand this village was doomed without his help and so that he should help them… But Nick isn't stupid enough to fall in a trap like that.

Oh and yeah I know, in truth it was impossible to carry swords on your back because you couldn't draw it efficiently, which could've been dangerous in a ambush… but who the hell care, Nick is more badass this way right?!

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I finally manage to catch G4Cod, who knew all I had to do was to put a bottle of Tequila in a cage, wait for him to get inside and lock him inside? Easy! … Well I would like to have my bottle back but I got a few nasty bites when I tried. Oh well at least he's sleeping now, half a gallon tends to have this kind of effect after all…

Don't forget to leave a review, G4Cod will be fed with it starting now.

G4COD; Has anyone seen Wile? He's, well… he freakin' Wile E. Coyote and he showed up when this roadrunner, which I'm pretty damn sure isn't native to Skyrim, tried to..? I don't know what it was trying to do but it spilled my drink on my shoes and pissed me off. So I broke it's fool neck and Wile went off to cook it. I recommended using Tequila and barbecuing it like a beaner and I haven't seen him since. Speaking of drinking; this chapter was brought to you by Skyrim's newest drinking song, Nord Mead by Miracle of Sound. Now I'll raise up my flagon, to another dead-

Dragon!

...shit… Hey, wake up, Donovan. Nappy time is over, you gotta pay the tab and save the day. *The sound of a heavily armoured hero falling off of the table he passed out on top of and crashing face first into the ground was his only reply.* ...shit... *Sna-sna-snore!* …[Censored by Dagonn for extensive/excessive cursing]-like Wile's rabies!