The bunnies attacked with no regard for the squirrels' weapons, the first
wave leaping almost in unison on the front rank of squirrels. The result was
almost mutual slaughter, as the squirrels were generally too slow to dodge,
but not too slow to give the bunnies enough of a scratch that the vanilla 
could do its work. The sight of their comrades screaming and writhing in 
agony slowed the bunnies enough for the surviving squirrels to take cover
among the shattered rocks of the rubble pile where the tunnel had been.

Teral was one of the lucky few who had been in the front ranks and lived. The
bunny that had gone for him had made a truly heroic (if stupid) leap from
ten feet back, giving him time to step aside and stab it as it landed. He
huddled behind a rock halfway up the pile with several other squirrels,
waiting for the bunnies to attack again. It didn't take long.

This time the bunnies attacked more carefully, and coordinated the assault,
overwhelming the squirrels near the bottom of the pile in seconds. The rest
fell back as far as they could, until their backs were against the wall. It
took the bunnies longer, since the broken terrain was much more suited to
scurrying than hopping, and the few squirrels who'd managed to hang on to
their lasers got a shot or two off. Someone even tossed a grenade. But it
was obvious to both sides that it wasn't going to be enough.

Suddenly, there was loud battle cry from the far end of the room. "For the
glory of Elmer!" Bunnies and squirrels alike stopped and turned to look, and
there, ducking slightly to fit under the ceiling (the warren was only barely
intended to handle symps and morphbunnies), was a line of Fudd warriors,
swinging their axes and screaming like madmen.

"DIE!" Teral screeched, leaping from cover at the back of the bunny 
nearest him. The other squirrels were with him, somewhat to his surprise,
and many of the bunnies were slaughtered while they tried to figure out
which way to hop.

One of the Fudds kicked at a SPAM thrower as he passed, and it hurtled into
what had been the rear of the bunny lines, exploding in a cloud of compressed
gas and pressurized meat product. The others were overrun by the army of
squirrels that darted around and between the humans' feet.

It was too much. The bunnies clambered off the rubble pile as quickly as they
could, and ran at top speed towards an unblocked bunnymover tunnel across the
room. The few that stayed to fight were quickly surrounded and crushed. Teral 
pulled his pointy stick out of the still-twitching body (foot, actually) of
his last opponent (who'd been concentrating on three other squirrels who
were attacking from the other direction) and looked around. 

He looked at the survivors of his assault -- fifty, sixty at most. He looked 
at the other squirrels, which had to be from the diversionary force -- a 
hundred or so, if he remembered correctly. He looked at the dozen humans 
holding their axes in as many awkward grips. Then he turned back to look 
at the tunnel down which at least three hundred bunnies had fled. And giggled.

"Teral?" someone chittered, concerned.

Teral tried to cover his mouth with his paw to stop giggling, but it didn't
work. He took a deep breath and managed, barely, to order his troops to take
the remaining grenades and blow the other tunnels, then crouched down, still
laughing softly to himself. It wasn't that funny, but he hadn't expected the
battle to have a punchline...

"After all this," he snickered to himself, "our casualties are lighter than
expected!"