Okay, here we are at chapter four, and I thank those of you who have sent reviews to me, for I have just started. I will try to incorporate all of your help into this story, for I shall edit it later. Of course, I must add the Disclaimer thing about how I don't own the Redwall Series and all. Enough of my ramblings, the story must continue! { } = thought --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Boris continued through the woods, away from the camp. His keen eyesight had ajusted to the gloom of the forest. Stopping for a moment in a small clearing, he began to think. The Abbey was not too far from his current position. Movement caught his eye from a nearby hedge. Silently, like a shadow, the weasel crept towards the trembling bush while drawing his two crossbow pistols. They were already loaded, and he aimed carefully. There was a loud hiss, and Boris backed away fearfully, his eyes shifting this way and that. The sound seemed to eminate not only from the bush, but from all over the entire clearing. A large adder came slithering out of the hedge, it's toungue flickering as it stared at him through dimmed eyes. Long scars covered it's entire head. { It's blind. } the very thought shot through the Bloke's mind, and he immidiatly decided to put the thing out of it's Ômisery'. He sighted, and fired. The arrows sunk deep into the creature's head. It made a snarling noise, then hissed even louder, and a score of smaller adders came out of the bushes, winding a sinister trail towards the frightened weasel. He abandoned his two pistols and drew his broad bladed cutlass. One of the smaller adders got too close and lost it's head with a single sweep from the curved blade. " Give up," One of the small adders murmured. Boris swept out with the sword again, chopping one in half, and slashing another's head. Blood spattered the ground. The blind adder, whom all this time had been tasting the air to find it's prey, struck as suddenly as lightning.Thankfully for Boris, it had miscalculated it's strike and flew past Boris, and smashed into an oak trunk. The big reptile thrashed about angrily, knocking Boris flying with a heavy blow from it's scaled end. His sword left his paws and soared into the hedges. The remaining adders began to close in on the stunned weasel, toungues flickering. Boris's paws searched for something, anything, to use for a weapon. His paws felt nothing but grass. The blind adder moved towards the frazzled pirate. If it lunged now, there was no chance that it would miss. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hmm...Sorry if the chapter is short, but I'm trying to make them a bit longer, somehow.