Ballard of the Beer vol7

Look I love a walk through the woods as much as any bear, but this is ridiculous we walked through the woods all day and see anything worth fighting. We did run in to a hover-drone with some special kill-cannon that threatened to crater the entire forest, but we aren't supposed to mess with those till Deniro gets her imp-gun back online.
 
Finally we bumped in to a couple mouse scouts who put up a small amount of resistance until they saw my machete and Eddy's wrench. Now that they had come to their senses they escorted us to their castle to meet their leader.
 
At the castle we saw some atrocities that I can still hear and smell when I close my eyes at night. Cages of captured cats emaciated and hobbled the rodents full of glee and malice in the pain of their wartime foes. The tribes must unite if we are to throw off the shackles of the Watchers, this horrific act only brings us further from emancipation. With my blood boiling I needed to find a way to let of some steam.
 
We ventured in to the belly of the castle where we discovered the rat king Fink surrounded by filth, vice, and a room full of weapons. Although I wanted to teach him a lesson this was not the time or place. To my shame we retreated deeper in to the Warren in search of Leonovs friend Sniffer. Leonov sent us away to comune with his friend, a great excuse to find a rat to punch.
 
Coming to the champions arena I finally found my excuse to scuffle with a rodent. Eddy and I signed up for a tag team match and we had the vile rats defeated before the first round was over. With the warriors roar growing inside of me I bellowed for a new challenger and was delighted to see Finky stepping in to the ring. As we continued to brawl I shrugged off a viscous slash and found time slowing in front off me. In my soul the warriors roar showed me a red path of violence where I was the one to break Flink and a purple path of fate where my sleuth-mate Wild Paw skewers him in a final conflict to free both our peoples. The rat's blade bit in to my flesh and the red roar took control of mind, I don't remember entirely what happened next apart from flashes of running, a loud bang and tearing flesh.
 
Although I am proud to have defeated the cruel Flink a warrior is more than just violence and I fear losing control of my self in the next battle.
 
For now my adopted tribe is focused on ensuring Finky is succeeded by a more collegiate, more malleable rodent. The storehouse hampster Gizmo seems like the perfect candidate I just need to convince him to stay away from the Watchers treats after midnight.