Applecalypse Staging Ground

Buckbeak WOKE THE FUCK UP.

These apples, these BASTARDS; had assaulted him in his own tent. With a ravenous frenzy he devoured his assassins. The Offensive was playing dirty now, Buckbeak intended to respond in force.

Summoning his chief officers, Doctor Lestrange and Prince Applemuncher; Buckbeak swept a wing over the maps and charts before him. He would execute his plan now, before the Offensive could organize another attack.

Buckbeak sent a silent prayer to Lieutenant Hagrid, may he return with his dragon army quickly lest doom befall them all.

[Allright get ready for the Ambush guys.]

Phred, who had been cleverly disguised with a hat, sat there not saying a word.

[OMR, We're gonna die...or live.]

Dr. Lestrange tried to figure out some war tactics by using board game pieces. Themselves, the cherries from Hi-Ho Cherry-o; and the Offense, the Sorry pieces .

John winced, but was glad that buckbeak assumed the assault came from the offensive. He looked at the map and looked up at buckbeak.

[The plan was an ambush, when I said execute the plan I meant "Let's do it."]
[Buckbeak is lying in wait in another thread for someone on the Apple Offensive to take the bait. James isn't interested in playing though.]