Let the Games Begin!

[Sebias of Redwall]

*The mutt looks up and gives Rubba the-closest-thing-a-dog-could-to-a-grin, then went back to eating Rubba's leg*

[Corporal Rubbadub]

*sits back with a cup of lemonade* aaaahhhhh, yeah thats the stuff. best masage ever!

[Sebias of Redwall]

*The mutt gets to the bone and continues chewing*

*Meanwhile, chaos reigns over the Arena*

[Corporal Rubbadub]

*stands up and streches, goes on the back of the doggy-woggy and rides it*

[lass of something much]

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[Sebias of Redwall]

(Good idea)

@Announcer over speaker: Call off the mutts. *The "sun" in the arena goes down, leaving the members in the dark*

[lass of something much]

*huddles very frightened in a corner *

[Captain Wortshire]

*continues to bide his time, (except this time, in a tree)*

[shisteer of nothing much]

*continues using Rub to hammer Scott into the ground*
Scott is, by this time, buried up to his neck.

[Sebias of Redwall]

*huddles very frightened in a corner *

(OOC: So... You are in the arena?)

*Sebias stumbles about through the dark, randomly bumping into trees until his eyes adjusted to the darkness. Looking ahead, he could make out a figure crouched not far from him. Holding his weapons at ready, he began to walk toward the stranger. Perhaps if he could only talk to somebeast... Maybe he could find an ally. He winced as a twig cracked underpaw*

[lass of something much]

(I really don't know...)

*shrinks against the wall*

[Corporal Rubbadub]

*bounces up and down, words are shaky* s-s-s-uurr-reee, i-i-mm to-t-t-ally f-f-ine w-w-w-with b-be-eing-g us-sed as a j-j-j-j-ack-k-khammer!

[Scott McLamok]

H-hey R-r-rrrubbba. W-aaant to t-t-team?

[shisteer of nothing much]

Glad to hear it. *sees that Scott is buried to his neck and wanders of, Rubba in paw, to find a new target*

[lass of something much]

*whimpers*