"Sigh…"
Judge collapsed into his throne like a man who had just lost an argument with a chair. Sure, he could probably take on all those rabbits... if he really, really tried.
If he stretched his imagination, maybe he'd even win. But victory at what cost? Eternal shame in the afterlife for being known as the guy who fought rabbits and lost half a lung.
Because honestly, was there any glory in being mauled to death by fluffy ears and twitchy noses? No statue was ever built for a hero who shouted, "Tell my story! The rabbits… got me…"
Besides, there was the factor of the unknown. And "unknown" in this case probably meant fangs. Or kung fu. Or, knowing his luck, rabbits with a union and dental insurance. Possibly even matching uniforms.
