Author's Note: I saw Brian Jacques! I went to three of his signings, and heard the same speech twice! He's hilarious! I got four books signed, too. Rakkety Tam, Martin the Warrior, Mossflower, and The Bellmaker. He shook my hand, and said happy birthday to me(Yeah, it's today, September 25th)!That experience was shocking,(partly because he doesn't wear deodorant) and left me leaping for joy!

Author's note II: Well, I've reached two milestones on this new chapter. 10000 word's, and 20 pages. At least, it should be 10000 words...That's what it says on my Microsoft Word. Anyways, I want to thank all of the positive reviewers for their motivation. I now know that I'm not an awful writer.

Chapter 6

The fearful mice watched as the unsuspecting vermin came pouring out of the trees.The vermin whirled their weapons about, thinking their opponents were unarmed. One rat was very surprised as he felt a spear pierce his middle, and he burst into light. Another rat saw this and turned around, but he was slain by the crushing blow of a flaming rock. Stelch stood towering over where the rat used to be, smiling.

"Anybeast who runs will be slain! These mice are townsfolk; they'll soon be eliminated!"

The vermin pack paused for a moment, before the began charging away from Stelch, in fear for their very existence.

Martin watched from the window as one hedgehog hurtled his spear at an oncoming rat. The rat stood stock still and swayed for a moment, before he burst in a flash of light. The hedgehog dashed towards his spear, picked it up and jabbed at another rat that was coming towards him. The hedgehog whirled his spear and knife, catching many vermin off-guard. Martin easily recognized this hedgehog as Pallum. He was surprised at the amazing talent of him, but quickly averted his gaze to the home across from him.

He watched as Rose and Grumm burst through the doors of Urran Voh's house, yelling a war cry. Martin watched as Grumm gave a passing weasel a great whack, sending him out cold. Grumm bound his footpaws hastily beforetripping a rat. Rose smiled as she watched Grumm fight.

Martin gasped as he watched a mouse was ganged up on, screaming while parrying blades with his spear. The spear eventually snapped, leaving the mouse defenseless. Martin watched him jab a weasel and hit a stoat on the head with the butt before he went down screaming.

He felt useless as a pack of hedgehogs were cornered, before the went down to vermin spear thrusts.

Stelch was enjoying himself. He slung a rock and put a gaping hole in the side of one voles home, setting it on fire. Whipping his empty sling, he caught another otter squarely between the shoulders, causing a great rip in flesh. He picked up a rock from his pouch and threw it fiercely at the back of the otter's head, slaying him. He caught the eyes of his weasel captain and bellowed out orders.

"Regroup! I want ter have them cornered! Set up a pincer attack with me in front! These creatures don't stand a chance against me!" He finished his sentence by smashing a brave mouse between the legs.

The weasel captain nodded and pulled a wooden horn up from around his buckled belt. He put it to his lips and blew hard. A strange piercing noise filled the air, causing many creatures to hold their ears in anguish.

"Regroup! Form a pincer attack!" The rats immediately dashed back to their chief and took off in different directions.

Rose and Grumm fought their way over to the point just below Martin's dorm window. Martin watched them come, while keeping an eye on Urran Voh, who was furious that Rose and Grumm had disobeyed him. He fought his way over, while taking down a small band of ferrets the got in his way. Martin could hear him roaring at Rose.

"Rose! Get back inside! I told you to barricade yourself in my house!"

Martin gasped in horror as he watched a flaming rock being brought up behind him. He wasted no time. Grabbing his dagger, Martin kicked the window open and leapt out of it.

"Yaaaaaaaaaa!"

He landed on the rat's head, bowling him over. They both jumped to their feet and brandished weapons. The rat swung his sling at Martin, but Martin dodged the rock. He swung again, and this time whacked Martin's paw. He sucked it in pain as he turned and struck down a fox.

The rat and mouse circled each other. Martin sucked his left paw, while he brandished the dagger with his right, and Stelch held his large sling with both paws. The rat swung his sling again, but this time Martin was ready. Falling onto his back, he gave the flaming rock a swift and heavy kick with the back of his foot paws. The rock gained a sudden burst of speed, and the sling wrapped around his opponents body. The sling finally went all the way around and hit Stelch directly in the face. He screamed in pain and unraveled the sling hastily, though the rock had already set his face on fire. He screamed as the flames spread over his body, engulfing him completely. The rat gave a final shudder, fell back and his body burst into the light that had already taken many creatures lives.

Upon realizing that their chieftain had been slain, many vermin stopped and

Threw down their arms and put their paws on their heads. Some ran as fast as they could into the trees. Martin jumped back to his footpaws and pointed at the retreating few.

"Get them! Throw your spears!"

They obliged, and threw their spears perfectly.. One spear caught it's mark between a rat and ferret. The two stopped, and realized they were skewered threw the middle. The rat sighed painfully and died, but the ferret staggered a few more paces before he fell and died also.

Martin stopped rubbing his paws and threw them both in the air.

"Victorrrrrryyyy!!" Martin began, and was soon joined by many of the villagers. Even Urran Voh joined in, half glaring at Rose and Grumm.

Noontide struck seemingly early for the folks in Urran Voh's village. The birds sang their songs as the bees hummed around, giving the town a peaceful feel to it. Nature didn't know of the wounds inside the buildings and the mice grieving for one another.

"Oh, poor mouse! He has lived here very long! He was a great friend, and he went down fighting!" Martin tried to comfort a hedgehog family, though they continued sobbing over the loss of their daughter.

"Oh, I thank you for ending the battle early, but we lost a daughter in the fight! Oh, dear, I can't believe she's gone forever...!"

Rose was on the verge of tears herself.

"I knew many of the slain personally, Martin." She rubbed her eyes tearfully. She held Matin's paw, doing her best to hold tears back.

"Why did it happen? So many were slain on short notice!"

Martin did his best to comfort her.

"I don't know much about this place, Rose. I wouldn't know such things, but we have to stop them. I'll do what I can to help you."

Martin looked up and saw Pallum and Grumm coming over, staring at Martin and Rose's awkward position.

"Hurr, h'et be luv h'at work yurr, eh miz Roser?"

Rose jumped back in surprise.

"What? Oh-! Really, Grumm. You shouldn't say such things!"

Grumm shaked his ladle indignantly.

"Whoi doan't you give h'up miz Roser. We all know h'et!"

Rose shuffled her footpaws nervously.

"Oh, hush!" She took Grumm's ladle scornfully. Grumm sighed.

"Oi guess oi'm ne'er garn to'm make zoop again. Oi can't do h'et without moi ladle!" He said in indignance. Rose quickly threw the ladle back at him, hitting him on the nose sharply.

"Go on, have your ladle back! I never liked your 'zoop' anyways!" She said fiercely. The four friends paused for a moment, and began laughing histerically. Two large pairs of eyes appeared before them, watching them laugh.

It was Tibble and Tubble. They were both waving small spoons and watching them scornfully.

"Tsk! Not nice!"

"Laughen' atta dead mice anna spikebottoms!"

Rose leaned down, still holding her stomach in laughter, and addressed them with perfect Dibbun speech..

"Not nice t' call a hedgehogs spikebottoms neither! Go'n say a soggy now!"

The two Dibbuns stalked over to the hedgehogs, heads hanging low.

"A soggy!"

"Yeah, a soggy!"

The hedgehogs looked at each other and shrugged, before continuing to weep again. Rose sighed as the two mousebabes came dashing back at them.

"We 'poligized!"

"Yeah, poligized!

Rose patted each of them in turn and gave them both a candied chestnut.

"Here you go, now go torment someone else, little rascals!"

Tibble and Tubble shook their heads.

"We not rakkles! We Tibble an' Tubble!"

Martin leaned down and prodded them with Grumm's ladle.

"We're very sorry about that, so why don't you go and do something else?"

They nodded.

"Yeah! We pinch'a pies off Awyah's winnowsill, le's go, Tubble!"

Rose tried to stop them, but the had already taken off, waving their kitchen utensils around.

"Oi'm Martin!"

"No! Oi'm Martin!"

One of them hit the other one in the head, knocking him flat.

"Ouch! Arrr, then I be Stench 'a Liesinger! Pass 'a rock!"

"Owwa!"

Martin chuckled as Tubble hit Tibble on the head with a rock. He jumped to his footpaws and dashed after them.

"No, I'll be Martin! You can be the helpless vermin!" He let out a loud roar, causing the mousebabe twins to squeak in fright and dash away from him. The dibbuns hastily grabbed rocks from the ground and hurled them behind them, not aiming, as they were intent on getting away from the seemingly ferocious mouse. One of the throws were lucky, and hit Martin in the footpaw.

"Ouch!" He gasped in pain. The dibbuns turned around and watched him do a little jig of pain, as he squeezed his injured footpaw while hopping around on the other. They giggled and picked up more rocks. Martin was both surprised and angry that the twins were very accurate. Heheld one eye and shoulder, and continued dashing after them. The dibbuns finally sped in a semi-circle and headed back to the city hall, where Rose, Grumm, an Pallum were laughing uncontrollably. He stopped, and held his wounds, as the Dibbuns dashed behind Rose and cowered piteously. Rose gave a final shudder of laughter.

"He he, great warrior can't even catch a dibbun!"

Martin removed his paw from his right eye.

"I certainly can, but without my right eye, it's just impossible to coordinate!" Rose gasped and took out a rag. Martin's eye was swelling terribly purple, and his right shoulder had a great lump on it. Rose put her rag in a nearbye bucket of water and wrang it out. She took it back out and placed it over his eye.

"I'm very sorry about that, Martin. It won't happen again!" She glared at Tibble and Tubble. She pushed them off , while scolding them.

"Throwing rocks isn't nice! Never throw rocks, or I'll throw a rock at you!"

The dibbuns went wide-eyed.

"Thwowin wocks is bad! Why Wose gonna thwow a wock at h'us?"

"Wose gonna be a bad mouse when she'm gwown up!"

Rose sighed.

"I already am grown up, and I won't throw a rock at you if you throw rocks, but I'll tan your hide with a stick!"

The dibbuns rubbed their bottoms ruefully.

"Make suwe issa smooth stick!"

"Bumps caussa biggahurt!"

Rose shook her head.

"You've been hanging around the pigmy shrews too long, Tibble. Don't talk that way!"

They saluted.

"No tella warriors whatcha hafta doo! Gonna 'fend a fateful dibbuns! Gorra go now!" They dashed off up the stairs. Rose could've sworn she heard a tone mischeviousness in their little voices.

Authors Note: I love Tibble and Tubble! They're awesome(I don't mean to brag)! Do you think I've got the molespeech and dibbun language down? Please tell me! I'd love to know how to improve! Also, I haven't started chapter seven yet, so don't expect it for about another week

Also, stop asking me why Martin can slay rats! Can't some things remain mysteries? This will all be explained near the end of the story!