IX
There was at least ten score vermin arriving, led by a large Mink . The Villagers were out
number five to one, but they were ready to fight, at least for Sister Mora's sake.
They stood staring at the vermin horde, and the horde stared back. And then a Marten from the
horde screamed "ATTACK!". Skivel eyed a large toad. Before it could move it was struck by her
spear. As she took her spear, she heard a scream. It was Brother Figgle. She turned to she him
Being attacked by a vicious weasel. Skivel tossed her spear and slew the beast, and then took up
the slain toad's spear. All around her, vermin and villagers alike were being slain, and then she
saw the marten that had shouted the attack. He was sneaking out of a villager's house, and was
heading for hers. What could he be looking for. She ran to find out, jabbing some other enemies
on the way. She Made her way up the side of the tree, and got up to the window to see the beast
searching her things. Then She saw what he saw. The Rose of Banarang. She lunged at him,
Spear first, missing him by a claw. He smiled . "I'd love to stay and fight, But I got what I came
for." And then he ran, with Skivel not far behind.
He snuck to the top of the hill that the attack had begun on. He waved a flag from his belt. It was
the first signal. The vermin who saw it all turned to Lashclaw. And they attacked. Stripepaw
smiled. He raised the flag once more. The second signal. The vermin retreated, with Lashclaw
unconscious in the center of Varki. The villagers stopped to examine the damage. Tar was dead.
Brother Figgle and many other were injured, and the ground was full of dead vermin and
villagers. And then there was the Mink. Attacked by his own horde. Brother Galan walked up to
the crowd. "My friends, the battle is over. It is time to help the injured and bury the dead."
Skivel walked up to the shrew. "What about the Mink. He needs help." Galan looked at her.
And then he looked at the mink. He needed the council decision on this.
