Stuff like this is amazing… Jaime Lannister beating Cthulhu, a mouse beating a trained assassin… Amazing.

Seriously Fitz came back from death I doubt a mouse would defeat him, no matter how talented.

Surrounded by his friends and all the beasts of Redwall, Martin the warrior celebrates the coming spring with a feast. It is upon this setting that Redwall receives a messenger. A stranger, the harbinger of a great evil appears upon the green unannounced and even unnoticed, at least at first. Slowly though, the din of celebration quiets and an uneasy silence hovers over those gathered. All eyes turn toward the black clad apparition as Martins great chair slides back from the table. “Welcome travelor to the city of Redwall, what brings you so suddenly and unexpectedly into our midst?” Martin asks as he deliberately stands and begins to move around the table toward the display on the wall where his sword justice hangs in honor.
Like a cold gust of winter wind the voice of the stranger brought a chill to everyone within hearing of his voice. “I come to announce a great match of warriors being held in the land of Suvudu. You are summoned Martin warrior of Redwall to fight to the death for honor and glory.”
With a hearty voice Martin laughs and his infectious spirit lifts the spirits of all those gathered, “I have no need of this fight my friend. These woodland creatures and I want nothing but to live our lives in peace and harmony. I bid you go now and bring this honorable request to another.”
“I was told that would be your response. Very well, it was not for invitation alone that I have been dispatched. I was bid to show you this as well; it is a vision of the future, a certainty should you refuse my invitation.” As the shrill voice of the stranger echoed through the courtyard, a dark cloud began to coalesce and form a vision above the heads of all those gathered round. The vision captured every eye and every tongue as it unfolded and Martin knew as did everyone of his friends that this stranger in their midst was telling the absolute truth. As the cities of men continue to grow the fertile land around Redwall would surely one day be destroyed and become a dumping ground spoiled and laid waste by the wanton and thoughtless practice of man.
“You have the power within you Martin, the power to stop the onslaught of Man upon the land of Redwall; if you but take up your sword and fight this day. Answer the summons; head my words, or all that you have fought so hard to protect will be squandered and lost to your children forever. “
With those worlds, a cold wind picked up the fallen leaves of a maple tree and swirled them about in a cyclone around the feet of the stranger harbinger of death. As all of Redwall looked on the swirling leaves and considered the haunting words the stranger disappeared just as suddenly as he had come.
“My friends, I cannot turn away from this challenge. While I have breath and there is still hope for peace I will fight for our home and for our freedom. I am sorry children of Redwall, I will take up the banner once more though I am afraid I am not truly worthy of this call.” Despite the pleading of his friends Martin gird himself in the arraignments of battle and prepared to defend his home once more.
Long into the night they talked and planned, though he alone was summoned all those of their number who had witnessed the vision were of one mind and once the decision to join the fight was made everyone wanted to join in and do their part to help as well. One of the younger squirrels stood up and said, “We also are affected by the outcome of this fight, you cannot leave us out of it. If you fail then it is not you who will suffer the dreadful destiny foretold but us. We have every right to join you and stand witness to your valor master Martin.”
As the appointed day arrived the citizens of Redwall prepared together and everyone contributed to the planning of Martin’s defense of their home. Martin practiced with the otters dashing in and out of a network of tunnels in order to avoid the open field of battle and approach his target at will from any direction. Since he knew he would face a man he knew that he would have to outpace the gate of a creature much much larger than any he had ever fought before. Martin ran with the rabbit children springing from a rock to a fallen log to burst through the open clearing at full speed. Martin also practiced shooting with the squirrel archers, even convincing one of the swallows Worm Finder to allow him to train shooting from astride the birds back at heights that made him dizzy and speeds that nearly threatened to unseat him.
Finally the fateful day arrived and a mist hung thick above the forest as the sun began to peak slowly over the horizon. Martin and a host of the citizens of Redwall waited patiently on the green open courtyard. Thankfully the mothers with young children at least were convinced to remain behind lest the entire village had come enforce. In the end hardly a grey hare was absent despite the repeated entreaties of their wives.
At just the precise moment that had been foretold a tiny vertical sliver of light appeared opposite the large group of animals on the far side of the courtyard, slowly the group approached lest it suddenly burst and expand outward cutting them in ribbons. It did not. Finally Martin stepped up the side of the shaft of light “ah!” he exclaimed as he took a step through the beam into nothing and disappeared. As one by one each of the others stepped up to the beam they noticed as had Martin that the beam was actually the sliver of light was actually a doorway suspended in the air and previously viewed from the side. When a young vole walked around the other way he noted that nothing at all could be seen of any doorway.
As the last of the group arrived in what most assuredly must have been the land of Suvudu, the doorway vanished and an apparition in white rags suddenly appeared hovering in the air behind them. “Welcome to the cage match. Suvudu is where we do the voodoo that we do, only the summoned may directly participate, all others must remain outside who is summoned, who has been called?”
“I am, Martin the warrior of Redwall and these are the citizens of Redwall Abbey we were threatened and forced against our nature into this unholy match, these stand witness to the proceedings it is for them that I will fight. “
A ghostly smile spread across what must otherwise have represented a face to the apparition though little more could be discerned from it. “The time has come, the warrior has come, witnesses have come let nothing stand in the way of a victory. “
“What assurances do I have that Redwall will be spared if I win this fight?” The tiny mouse looked resolutely into the face of the apparition his armor shining brilliantly in the morning light.
“None.”
“Then I will not fight, the citizens of Redwall will not be used in this way!” Determination beaded in the eyes of the veteran mouse.
“It matters not.”
Suddenly, not far away a red beacon of light appeared and a young giant appeared stepping out of nowhere hands in his pockets and a hunch in his shoulders. The beacon of light disappeared and in its place another apparition, this one in red rags, appeared where it had stood. When it spoke, it spoke with the voice of thunder and the creatures of Redwall discerned not of the meaning.
The head of the young man hung further and he started to turn as if to leave when the thunder boomed again. Finally with an even greater slump and a lanky gate, he ambled slowly in the direction of the band of woodland creatures. “Oh noble creatures, how can it have come to this that I the most ignoble of men must destroy such perfect creations of god? I am called Fitz, Fitz-Chivalry.”
“What foul manner of trickery is this that you speak inside my head? Famed sir, I implore thee, quit thee of this at once as I am undaunted by your spell.” Martin held up the sword justice between himself and the young man, Fitz. Thus warded he moved sideways maintaining an equal distance from his opponent distancing himself from his people so as to spare them of the attentions of the lumbering giant. Martin realized that guarantee or no it was going to take everything he had to keep his people safe this time.
“Ah you misunderstand me noble mouse, I cannot understand your tongue and you cannot understand mine but through the skill I can make myself understood to all manner of creatures. When I open myself up you can see my heart and know that I do not wish to harm such a noble creature as you. If not for these demons of the netherworld that hold my home in abeyance I would not be here at all. I want only to return there and look again upon the green angel once more. “
As a voice rattled inside the head of Martin the Warrior, the young man slowed and stopped; finally sitting cross-legged on the grass. The creatures of Redwall remained frozen in place eyes wide in disbelief as the ground shook and their patron Martin strode confidently to battle; shouting non-sense about voices and wielding the great sword justice threateningly toward his foe. Amazingly the giant sat himself down upon the green a short distance from the warrior and did not advance further. No one dared breathe let alone move lest the giant notice them and strike out toward them instead.
Baring only the steel of justice the young mouse slowly lowered himself to the ground also and the two combatants engaged one another in a mental contest of wills. For nearly half an hour the two stared one another down and did not move even an inch. A gentle breeze stirred the giants cloak slightly but still neither so much as twitched an eyelid. Finally, Martin leapt to his feet and shouted the battle cry, as he charged toward the giant. “Redwalllll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Released at last from their malaise the creatures of Redwall also advanced and struck at the giant in unison. Flashing in the morning sunlight justice rained down upon the breast of chivalry. Crude wooden arrows and hardened nuts shot out as the young man covered himself defensively and fell over in a heap of fur and feathers.
When the dust at last settled, only a dirty cloak remained on the ground where moments before the lanky giant had sat. Martin the warrior stood in the center of the band of animals. Justice raised high above his head he shouted; “Now I am the victor and Redwall will stand free! Red Wall, Red Wall, Red Wall!” All of the creatures gathered round and joined in the triumphant cheer.
At once the three apparitions appeared surrounding the creatures of Redwall.
“Victory.”
“Yes. Victory.”
“But, where is the body?”
“Right here!” A large battle axe ripped thru the Red cloth of the apparition and Martin lept onto the back of the swallow Worm Finder as she took flight aiming straight into the face of the white clad apparition.
“Noooooo!!!!!” came the shrill voice of the black clad apparition as the white and red rags flailed about in the thows of death and were no more. “Fools! Your fates were written in the book! We are forever and cannot be defeated. No one can destroy us. Suvudu is where we do the voodoo that we do now you will rue the day you tried to kill the true shrew and her crew of two. We are but the memories of an age long ague. Now that you release us we will live anew.”
“Well, if our fates were written then you obviously didn’t read them because you would have known what we would do. Too bad for you I think. We shall let you live alone without the memories of these other two.” The voice of the giant boy Fitz boomed both in their heads and in the world. It sounded commanding and regal. Turning he looked at Martin and gave a nod toward the pillar of white light standing where the white rags had fallen.
With a salute and a grand bow Martin turned and led his people thru the doorway back to the city of Redwall. As the last creature stepped thru and the light winked out the boy Fitz smiled and stepped lithely thru a similar red doorway hanging just above where the red clad apparition had fallen.
“Nooo.”