Teral crept slowly along the wall of the tunnel. 'Going first' meant doing his
own scouting, too, and he almost skipped it, but there were some things that
he just had to know before he could plan a basic strategy. Like how many of
the buns really were in armor? How far away were they waiting? How many of
them were there? He took a quick look, and hurried back.

"Good news," he whispered into the radio link, so that it would be broadcast
to all the troops, "I didn't see any armored bunnies. Those two must have
been it. [flick] The bunnies are waiting pretty far back from the tunnel 
entrance, so we'll rush in and bombard them from a distance. Three grenades
then use your lasers. Follow me out the entrance and spread out, don't block
the squirrels behind you."

He looked back at the army. They looked ready.

"Ready? Then CHAAAARGE!!!!!" With a thousand (1548, to be exact) squirrels
behind him, Teral rushed around the bend and out into the light.

They'd gotten three steps when the first SPAM charges hit, burying a few
unlucky squirrels in piles of meat product, but they weren't enough to slow
them down. Teral covered a third of the distance to the bunny lines before
ordering the squirrels to open fire. 

A hundred grenades exploded among the bunnies, with gruesome results. And 
*still* the bunnies didn't charge. What's going on? Teral wondered. They have
to know we'll cut them to ribbons before their stupid SPAMapults can get us.

Then, as the front line squirrels readied a second volley, chittering and
screams of agony from the tunnel behind them made them turn back.

There were the armored troopers, lying in wait in the entrance so they could
strike without warning. The squirrels who'd been near them when they first
made their move had had no chance, none at all, and the narrow passage let 
them work together and support each other, preventing the squirrels still in
the tunnel, which was the bulk of the army, from overwhelming them with sheer
numbers. They were trying, but it was futile.

"Use your grenades!" Teral shouted to the squirrels nearby, "Now!"

"They're too close! We'll hit our own people!" Another round of SPAM splatted
to the ground, claiming several victims.

"They're as good as dead anyway! [chitter] Do it!" Another frantic rush by 
the squirrels in the tunnel was cut to shreds by steely claws. Now the
bunnies broke formation to kill more efficiently, and chase the squirrels
down if they tried to flee. "Now!" They just looked at him, uncertain. He 
took a grenade and tossed it at the entrance, and, gradually, they followed
his example.

Teral's throw went wide, but most of the squirrels had trained at this and
hit the mark. With a flash and a roar, the tangled mess of bunnies and 
squirrels was swallowed in flames. And buried in cement, as the tunnel and
part of the terminal near it collapsed.

"Oh," Teral said, staring at the rubble which seperated them from the rest
of their forces. He chittered as he looked at the squirrels who'd made it out
and did a quick count...

"What do we do now?" someone chittered frantically.

As one, the bunnies charged.

Die, Teral thought. But what he said was, "Fire at will!"