Hahaharrr! I have returned! I know it's been about a year, mebbe more, mebbe less. Anyways, sorry to keep you waiting! As said in the last eight chapters, I don't own Redwall, Mossflower Country, or none of that except for me own made up characters. On with the yarn!
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During the few short hours before the vermin horde arrived, Daniel, Skipper, and Sylvia had warned the Abbey of a supposed threat. However, by now, the Redwallers had gotton accustomed to the news of some vermin hanging around in the woods, so they weren't all that suprised. Of course, precautions had to be made. Skipper posted his crew on the battlements and walltops to keep a lookout, just in case. It was going to be a while before they could all rest easy again.

The horde of vermin marched forth, eventually splitting off to follow their commander's orders. No torches were lit, nobeast spoke. A nod or a point was all the communication they needed. Boris had re-outfitted himself with leftover weapons, and now carried and oversized cutlass and a couple of daggers. The abbey was virtually silent. In their beds, Dibbuns and tired Brothers and Sisters slept, blissfully unaware of the force preparing to attack. Most of Skipper's crew were unaware of the enemies' presence, and probably never would. It's hard to do that with a few barbed shafts sticking out of your head.

Thargan patted his longbow happily and signalled to the rest of his archers to advance. Since most of the guards were gone, this operation would probably go without a hitch...Or so he thought.

Of course, trying to use a swarm of vermin that have never been in military service before has it's hitches. For one thing, some of the troops got confused and started to wander off until one of the captains grabbed him or her and shoved them violently back into rank. Some arguments broke out, and a brawl between a beligerent horderat and a ferret captain ensued. It only quieted down when both were knocked unconscious and chucked into a ditch.

Daniel was awake, pacing restlessly, brooding about Boris. He wandered down staircases, through Great Hall, around Cavern Hole, and finally back up to the dormitories, when he happened to look out the window to see several vermin clambering onto the walltop....

Skipper gasped in shock as he turned the corner of the battlements and saw his fallen comrades. In sheer anger, he roared and threw his javelin in a random direction off the walltop. He unwittingly slew one of the hordebeasts, who went down with a wail. A shout could be heard Hold your postitions, for Boris's sake! Shuttup! Skipper dashed off, yelling ATTACK! We're under attack!

Boris muttered curses under his breath as he struggled up the rope onto the wall. He hadn't thought it would've been so difficult to climp up thye wall, but it was. He knew the horde was getting more and more restless, so as soon as he had managed to leapt onto the sandstone walltop, he gave the signal to Wymheist, whom was waiting patiently by the front gate. War horns suddenly blasted out as vermin charged, roaring and screeching.