A/N

Hey yall, it Grubswiper! I decided to continue this fic. I think this story will really go over well. I first though it would do well because I had not brainstormed this, and was I was not very sure what to do in the tale......but I reminded myself about this fic and decided I will continue to write this.

Disclaimer: I commander grubswiper, do not own the glorious world of redwall, but I will soon no doubt.....

(chapter six)

Valcure Matterang gazed at the wonderful stone building of Redwall abbey. The sun give the orange-ish red sandstone a warm look, as the walls seem to grow out of the perfectly green and well kept grass.

Valcure sniggered at himself, this would be like stealing a chunk of honeycomb from a baby mouse. He wondered if there were even going to be any real fighters in the abbey of redwall.

The ferret ran as fast as he could be back to the camp, knowing his soldiers would be cooking something when he arrived.

When he entered the camp he called out in a 'trying to keep control' kind out voice.

"All right ye scum, hearken to what I have te say. There is the abbey of Redwall up yonder path. From what I reckon this place looks like easy pickins'. Now ways I see it, that we dont want to run in there an git beast slain for a abbey were already going to claim. We just use our show o' force, an that'll send em' runnin out of there gates. So what I want yers to do is form columns ten wide and two thousand deep an just march up there an name out our terms. What do ye you say?"

the was a earth shaking roar as the soldiers hurried about their commands.

( Redwall abbey)

The main fighter of redwall abbey was on the wall tops when the air was filled with roaring and the earth shaking. Freedom the mouse, who was on the battlements with Triss, turned to the squirrel.

"By the fang and fur, what was that?!"

"I dunno, freedom, maybe thats the enemy hoard coming this way." Triss commented coolly.

"Really?!" Freedom replied, shocked at the calmness of his friend.

Freedom suddenly began running up and down the battlements, yelling himself hoarse at the top of his voice.

"Vermin commin, sound the alarm, gather to arms!"

Thousands of hares began piling on to the battlement, their drill masters yelling at them. The long patrol hares filled every available space, with Sagax thundering up the stairs, placing himself in front of his hares. Grim faced otters lined up on the walls, their javelin tipped for war, both ends.

General Scarum came pacing up and down the ranks of warriors, shouting in a commanding voice.

"C'mon me laddie bucks. Chin up, chest out! Legs straight an by thunder don't slouch or shift! Make us proud, ya blaggards!"

Rackle the mole gave a loud shout.

"look oot! thur thim rarscles coom!"

Endless ranks of vermin began forming out of the trees with Valcure Matterang in front of his mighty hoard upon hoards. He was every inch the barbaric ruler. He had a crimson red clock on, swishing almost lazily in the warm breeze. His helmet had four steel spikes, representing the four corners of the world he ruled. One of his paws rested on his sword hilt as the other paws resting on his chain mail tunic.

Countless banners and pennants fluttered in the breeze, with the colors black and red with a flame in the middle.

At first Valcure Matterang was surprised, even though he did no show it, at the welcome he got from the abbey. Literally thousands of hares stood stiffly to attention, with big strong, sinewy otters lined up with the fighters. But above all there stood the biggest badger had seen in many a season. He was hefting the biggest ax he ever saw in his life. he looked like he could slay twenty of his soldiers on the spot.

Never the less he strode bodily up, right in front of the great oaken doors. What he said was short and to the point.

"Throw down your weapons, an get out of yore abbey!"

Sagax's chest rumbled as if there was a storm inside his body.

"Get out of here ferret. Were not going to move a budge out of out abbey, so ye might want to shift yourself. Or we'll move it for you!"

The ferret stood silent for a second, his former good mood smashed, and he decided to give them till evening.

"Yaa! We see what ye think on the evening, badger!"

Just as he walked past the front ranks, a volley of longbow arrows cut swiftly into the unprepared vermin. Skipper was yelling at the top of his lungs.

"We dont need till dawn ferret, we ain't moving'. Archers fire!!"

Another volley of arrows went in the enemies. The war for Redwall abbey had begun!

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Whew, Im glad Im finished writing this chapter. Not much else to really say wot.

Commander Grubswiper is signing out wot!!