The battle lines were drawn once more, another day, another war. The Redvians set out to conquer their hated foe, the Blutopians. Blood would surely flow.
The secret weapon was unleashed! Cry havoc and let slip the hedgehog of war!
The secret weapon was rather uncooperative, since it was more interested in the back of the battle tower.
She was very comfortable there, so she took a nap.
“Um, hello, um, excuse me, so would you mind, you know, unleashing your wrath on the enemy?”
Those who wake a sleeping hedgehog quickly feel the sharp quills of pain and death.
She seemed quite pleased with the results of her rampage.
Sir Yorick remained hiding in the castle, peering out the window in terror.
She worked her way in.
Few men know the terror of an adorably pygmy hedgehog terrifyingly working its way towards you, a huge prickly-bear forcing her way through the castle door, getting ready to snuffle away viciously.
Alas, poor Yorick.