Wartime!

[Rusvul]

wolves and foxes get into a protective circle around a green fire where there are some wolves beating on drums and chanting
....spearfang poisonteeth, killell,makumded,spearfangpoisonteethkillellmakumded..... a large adder slithers into the fray, knocking down anything that stands in its way. it hisses its own name, Spearfang, and my knife-throwing lieutenant, Leneat Tazzun, is riding its back and poking stuff with a spear. snake goes right for the badger lord, theres an epic fight 1v1, yada yada yada, bleh bleh bleh, adder bites badger but badger is tough and doesnt die yet, badger stabs adder in the eye and snake falls, but badger is fatally wounded from adder. yes i know im stretching the rules XD but at least snake died

[Rainshadow]

  OOC:  Wait, wait, wait!  What?

[W0NWILL]

Just go with it.

EULAAALIAA! *the hares see the badger fall and rush to his aid.*

[Rainshadow]

  OOC:  Two more things.  #1.  Could you put on the front post what alliances are with who?  #2.  You don't have Skipper's or Rusvulthesaber's armies on there.

  BIC:  "ATTACK!"  Shadow's army attacks the badgers(?).

[W0NWILL]

Okay, what are the alliances, I haven't been here for awhile.

[Rainshadow]

  OOC:  I only know that me and Skippy are in an alliance.  Not sure who else is.

[W0NWILL]

the badger lord died, a hare walked up to the wolf and fox army, unarmed, "Truce?"

[Rainshadow]

  Shadow dove onto the hare.  "There shall be no truce between wolves, foxes and hares!!!"  She stabbed her flaming sword at the strange hare.

[W0NWILL]

The hare ducked, and called, "Help!"

[Rainshadow]

  Shadow holds her flaming sword in front of herself, taking an epic pose.  "Fight to the death?"  She picked up a sword from a dead hare and handed it to the hare in front of her.

[W0NWILL]

But the hare shook her head, "Ah am Tila, boxing champion o' the Long Patrol!"
She sent a swift right into the stomach of Shadow.

OOC: No death powerplay here.

[Tiria Wildlough]

But no one's allowed to die. Anyway:
*ferrets swarm into the hare army, whacking with their golf clubs.

[W0NWILL]

Hares drop grenades down the back of the ferret's tunics and run away, giggling.

[Tiria Wildlough]

But a new wave of ferrets pours in, led by Zeta, my other general.

[W0NWILL]

Just in time for them to blow to smithereens with the other ferrets.