Chapter 2: Partners and Preparations

The massive wolf in front of him howled in pain as Halifax cut a long gash down it's leg. Making use of the opening, the Fowler leapt up onto the wolf's back, and drove his sword in deep. The wolf let out a roar as it fell to the ground.

Removing his blade from the fallen foe, Halifax the Mighty looked around to see he was surrounded by another twelve wolves.

"Only twelve?" he bellowed, laughing, "That's a morning work out!"

"Mind if a lend a hand?" came a voice from on high, as The Packslayer himself glided in, decapitating three of the snarling fiends with a single swipe of his blade.

"Only if it's your good hand, Master Picket!"

"Are you implying I couldn't take them out with my bad hand?" asked the one-armed living legend, landing next to his fellow Fowler.

"Never, sir. Together?"

"Together!"

They both charged the mass of wolves in a battle that would be remembered for years to come. It was epic. It was amazing! It was majestic! Magneficent, magical, incredible, unbeleivable-

The young Fowler was shaken awake as the morning horn blew. Frazzled at being so abruptly ripped from his dream, he scrambled from his bunk, failing to see his legs had become entangled in his blanket, and so fell onto the floor in a messy heap.

"Need a hand, Hal?" asked his bunkmate and fellow Fowler, Lewis, who was most likely already going over his gear.

"Nope!" replied Halifax, his desperate struggling only serving to entangle him further.

"Come on, come all," shouted another soldier, "To the fearsome struggle between elite Fowler, and snuggly blanket! Who will win? It's anybody's guess!"

"Very funny, Oaten! I'm pretty sure I can... eh... uh..."

"You're stuck," chuckled Lewis.

"I'm not! I'm not... I'm not unstuck..."

"Farthrow, give him a hand?" asked Oaten to his bunkmate, a massive, muscular buck from Terralain who was just barely within the maximum weight margins required to use a glider.

Halifax saw a massive grab around his shoulder, before whipping the blanket off, sending him tumbling over the floor.

The auburn rabbit shook his head as he rose to his feet, still dizzy from his spin.

Captain Owen, naturally, chose that specific moment to walk into the barracks, "Whats taking so long, bucks? We've got training to do!"

"Hally was just fighting the next great threat to all Natalia, sir," replied Oaten, gesturing to Farthrow, who held up the blanket.

Owen sighed and shook his head, "This must've been what Captain Frye felt like... Alright, get your uniforms sharp and your gear ready! We've got guests for our training exercises today..."