Just as Raven and the Vaise group reached the edge of the throne room, Nibbles lifted his tiny paw and squeaked—softly, almost solemnly—toward Raven as if asking for his permission.
Alex, sensing something secret going on, translated silently, "He says, 'Should I start?'"
Raven nodded as they neared the broken door leading out of the room.
Nodding, Nibbles turned to the squirrel with a monocle, hiding on one of the last functioning chandeliers in the courtroom, and saluted.
The squirrel tensed before it returned the gesture.
Then before anyone could even guess what was going on—
"SQUEEEEEEEEEEAK!"
From the decorative arches above, from chandeliers, curtains, and god-knows-where, dozens of squirrels in tiny, black-ops gear dropped like angry meteors.
The Clawtail Recon Squad and the Nutfang Rapid Strike Unit came crashing down, wielding nut-blasters, mini spears, acorn-shaped smoke bombs, and at least one squirrel riding a goose like a cavalry unit.
