A/N: OMG, an update. gasp Anyways, I dusted this off FINALLY, and here is the next part. There will be one more, and then a longer sequel. However, I have sucky obligations like school, and Redwall isn't exactly my most active fandom so this sequel could take awhile, but the next chapter to this fic should be up fairly soon...

A/N2: Most of Triss's dialogue was taken from the book.

Disclaimer: Not mine. Dammit.

(Time Period: End of the book...)

"Eulaliiiiiaaaaaa! We're coming! Eulaliiiiiaaaaaa!"

Kurda's head snapped up at the shouts. To her horror, a badger, a shrew, and...that squirrelmaid came bounding hurriedly into view! "Shtop dem, quick!" she ordered her rat guards, Riggan and Vorto.

But before she could do or say more, that damn rabbit grabbed her from behind. Even as she struggled, Kurda's two remaining guards were slain. Then Triss's blade came down, severing the rope that bound Scarum. The two of them went crashing down, and Kurda's sabre was knocked away. Scrambling away, she reached for it and was shocked to see a footpaw resting on the weapon's flat side, stopping her from taking it up again.

"Remember me, Princess?" Triss asked unnecessarily, glaring down at the ferret who had never forgotten her. "I used to throw turnips up for you to practice on. I'm the escaped slave who stole your ship. Well, you've chased me across the great seas, and now you've found me. Pick up that sabre, stand and face me!"

"Vot?!" Kurda said in outrage. "You have no right speak like dis to me!"

The ferret princess jumped backwards though as Triss waved Martin's sword warningly. Being left with no other choice, Kurda retrieved her blade, slipping easily into a fighting stance. And yet she still felt a twinge of fear shoot through her as the squirrelmaid circled slowly, sword whistling through the air.

"My father was Rocc Arrem, the greatest swordmaster in all the Northlands," Triss informed her opponent. "He was slain by your family, with arrows, because they feared him. You slew his friend Drufo who was old and weak. I watched you kill him. So now, let's see what murdering one old creature and chopping lots of turnips has taught you, coward!"

Kurda's pink eyes narrowed, and she quickly struck out at the squirrelmaid's head as she saw her lower her weapon. But lightning fast, Triss struck back, and the ferret princess was horrified to find herself unarmed once more.

"Pick it up and try again, turnip chopper!" the warrior squirrel commanded.

Her paws actually shaking now, Kurda complied without argument only to have the sabre sent spinning from her grasp again. Really beginning to panic, she dove forward to grab it, and whirled around snarling as Triss slapped the flat of her sword against Kurda's rump.

"I never told you to pick it up again," Triss said coolly. "Tell me, how does it feel being treated like a slave?"

Kurda hissed furiously at this indignity. "How dare you treat me so!"

Even more humiliating though was the way Triss merely turned her back with a huff, all but ignoring the ferret princess! Fury surging through her, Kurda snatched up the sabre in both paws and, yelling, swung it at Triss's unprotected back. Completely blinded by anger, the ferretmaid did not stand a chance as Triss—calm as ever—whirled to the side before swinging Martin's sword back to strike the heavy sabre as hard as she could.

With an echoing clang, the strong blade snapped in two. Kurda stared dumbstruck at her broken blade before common sense and self-preservation galvanized her to action. Although the ferretmaid thought running from battle was a weak decision, she still turned tail and ran, not wishing to see her life grind to such an abrupt halt.

However, even her flight seemed useless as she heard Triss speeding along behind her calling out, "You can run, coward, but there's no chance you'll get away!"

It was Kurda's glance back that became her undoing. Failing to see a tree root, she tripped over it and went sprawling, the broken sword flying from her grasp. Triss's own hurried dash ground to a halt when she saw her enemy lying on the ground. Tilting her head, the squirrelmaid could hear Sagax and Scarum and Log a Log calling her name but unsure of where she'd gone.

"I told you wouldn't get away." Triss's voice sounded cold, even to her ears.

"You von't," the fallen ferret princess said, still a hint of bravado—if not bravery—in her voice.

The squirrel warrior did not even dignify the words with an answer. Instead she raised the sword to strike, advancing steadily. Seeing this, her grounded opponent scrambled backward across the forest floor, coral eyes wide.

"You von't...Trisscar" Kurda said again, but this time her voice came out as an uncertain whisper.

Triss swung the sword, aiming at the Pure Ferret's throat... She would do what was necessary.

tbc...

A/N3: So what's the verdict? Should Kurda get what she deserves or not?