As the battle ends, Jania glares around, looking for something to kill. Baz chuckles, and pads up to her. He takes a bar of chocolate from his jacket and hands it to her. She snatches it and snarfs it down, nearly taking Baz with it. She begins to slowly calm, and after about an hour she re-holsters her sword, picks up her axes, and slips them into their loops.<br/><br/>Baz pads over to Sarge and the gang. He nods approvingly at the carnage. "Not bad, fer a bunch of untrained, unproven ex-slaves." He says, smirking "Not bad at all. I'm thinkin that with a bit of work we might do this. See... thing is..."<br/><br/>He chuckles. "Ye got friends in high places. And low places. And middle places. And all of 'em is furry. Accordin' te legend, things was once the other way 'roond. Pinkies like you in control, furs as slaves. Then it got flipped. What WE gotta do, and this is the REAL rebellion, the TRUE revolution... is find tha' middle ground. Where furs an pinkies an scalies an whatever can all work together, as people."<br/><br/>He sits down on the steps, and looks at his human friends, deadly serious. "Think it's you that can kick-start it all?"