Chapter Sixteen: Backstabber
Back in the woods, Kotaro's horde was training the new comers. There were about five score vermin, all stoats, ferrets, and weasels. The Killer picked out a few strong looking ferrets to do special training. One of the ferrets' names was Dingea. He was a lean black ferret with green whom Kotaro liked very much. He was a seasoned archer, and was now learning how to throw a dagger properly. Kotaro was training him himself.
"First, Dingea, me matey, ya take the knife by the blade like so." The two ferrets picked up a blade a piece. "Ya aim wit the same eye as yer throwin' paw, and wit a flick o' the wrist and a swing o' the arm, the knife will leave yer paws to find yer victim." He skillfully flings the knife at a nearby oak tree. It buried itself into the tree, all the way to the handle. "Now, Dingea me matey, you try." Dingea flung the knife so hard, he turned into a black blob of fur. The throw was very powerful, sticking the knife in the tree beyond the big oak. "Er, mate, ya kinda missed the tree."
"I hit it right on the spot, chief! 'Ow could ya say I missed?"
"I wanted you to hit dat big oak there, Dingea, not the pine tree past it!"
"Ya want me to hit that one? I c'n always try again, chief." He reached down to pick up another dagger. He flung like he'd been flinging all his life. It went right into the tree. It landed right next to Kotaro's. "That better, Kotaro?"
"Aye. Now, how's about we work on yer swordbeastship?"
"Sounds good, chief." They strode off to get some swords.
"And will ya stop callin' me chife? Call me Kotaro, it sounds better."
"Aye. Kotaro." The black ferret had a glint in his green eyes that not even the Killer could understand.
Zema sat watching the two ferrets from a tent at the edge of camp. She swore under her breathe at Dingea. She hated him more than she hated her own mother.
"You are takin' me place as head cap'n, ferret. Anybeast who replaces Zema will wish their mother never 'ad 'em!" She spat on her mate's bed, which lay in the middle of the tent, disgusted. She peered back out of the tent. She stared, amazed, at the two ferrets. "He's teaching him to use a sword properly! He told me he didn't even know how to use one! That filthy liar! He will die along with his pt, Dingea. They all will pay for crossing he line of Zema Silvertail!" She swept out of the tent, her silver tail falling from her tunic, where she hid it from view from others. As she walked through the camp, the other vermin of the horde stared at her as her tailed shone like the sun. She ignored the stares, and walked towards Kotaro the Killer and Dingea the Deathmaker, the name he wished to be called, once he took over Kotaro's horde, if Zema didn't first.
Back in the woods, Kotaro's horde was training the new comers. There were about five score vermin, all stoats, ferrets, and weasels. The Killer picked out a few strong looking ferrets to do special training. One of the ferrets' names was Dingea. He was a lean black ferret with green whom Kotaro liked very much. He was a seasoned archer, and was now learning how to throw a dagger properly. Kotaro was training him himself.
"First, Dingea, me matey, ya take the knife by the blade like so." The two ferrets picked up a blade a piece. "Ya aim wit the same eye as yer throwin' paw, and wit a flick o' the wrist and a swing o' the arm, the knife will leave yer paws to find yer victim." He skillfully flings the knife at a nearby oak tree. It buried itself into the tree, all the way to the handle. "Now, Dingea me matey, you try." Dingea flung the knife so hard, he turned into a black blob of fur. The throw was very powerful, sticking the knife in the tree beyond the big oak. "Er, mate, ya kinda missed the tree."
"I hit it right on the spot, chief! 'Ow could ya say I missed?"
"I wanted you to hit dat big oak there, Dingea, not the pine tree past it!"
"Ya want me to hit that one? I c'n always try again, chief." He reached down to pick up another dagger. He flung like he'd been flinging all his life. It went right into the tree. It landed right next to Kotaro's. "That better, Kotaro?"
"Aye. Now, how's about we work on yer swordbeastship?"
"Sounds good, chief." They strode off to get some swords.
"And will ya stop callin' me chife? Call me Kotaro, it sounds better."
"Aye. Kotaro." The black ferret had a glint in his green eyes that not even the Killer could understand.
Zema sat watching the two ferrets from a tent at the edge of camp. She swore under her breathe at Dingea. She hated him more than she hated her own mother.
"You are takin' me place as head cap'n, ferret. Anybeast who replaces Zema will wish their mother never 'ad 'em!" She spat on her mate's bed, which lay in the middle of the tent, disgusted. She peered back out of the tent. She stared, amazed, at the two ferrets. "He's teaching him to use a sword properly! He told me he didn't even know how to use one! That filthy liar! He will die along with his pt, Dingea. They all will pay for crossing he line of Zema Silvertail!" She swept out of the tent, her silver tail falling from her tunic, where she hid it from view from others. As she walked through the camp, the other vermin of the horde stared at her as her tailed shone like the sun. She ignored the stares, and walked towards Kotaro the Killer and Dingea the Deathmaker, the name he wished to be called, once he took over Kotaro's horde, if Zema didn't first.