Disclaimer: I do not own Redwall, Brian Jacques does. I merely own the characters I made up and the plot.

Chapter 2

"Are ye ready to come and fight now, stripedog?"

Phoenix Longtail was taunting Lord Kalstryke as her corsairs scaled the mountain from the opposite end, preparing for an ambush.

Phoenix was an unusually large fox, about a head taller than most. She wore a white silk ribbon, which was tied to her tail, and a matching silk tunic, permanently stained with her dead enemies' blood. Her weapon was a rapier that was easily half her own height, often twirling it in glee.

"As ready as I'll ever be, vermin."

Kalstryke raised his magnificent pike, which was the signal for his hares to start firing arrows at Longtail's ambush party. The searats' screams peirced the air. Phoenix stood her ground, quivering with rage.

"You'll rue the day you decided to oppose Phoenix Longtail! I swear it on my oath as a corsair!"

"Shouldn't put too much energy yellin' and all that, wot. Bad for your bally old health, dontcha know."

The speaker was a male hare, by the name of Gilfer Ottlepod Ladiment Southscut Elderfen Nalthorn. He was the Long Patrol General, and close friend of Kalstryke.

"Yore a cheeky one, longears. Let's see how impudent you'll be with an arrow through ye! Archers!"

The hare dodged the arrows with ease. He continued in his insolent manner for a good few minutes.

"I say, you corsairs aren't all that flippin' intelligent, are ye? Ah well, never mind that, eh wot. I'll just introduce meself while yer wastin' all the bloomin arrows, shall I? Long Patrol General Gilfer Ottlepod Ladiment Southscut Elderfen Nalthorn, Golsen fer short. Expert saber fighter and arrow dodger, as ye can bally well see right now, wot!"

"Stop wastin' arrows ye fools!" Phoenix was yelling once again, apparently not heeding Golsen's advice. "Not one of ye can even hit a hare that's standin' right in front of your eyes! I'm ashamed to call you my archers!"

Far from the mountain of Salamandastron, Fietra was persistent in her venture south, a full quiver of arrows and a bow slung across her back.

Author's note: Does this story just suck or something, since I'm not getting as many reviews as I had hoped for (which was 1)? If so, could someone please tell and I'll stop writing it!