If that flame reached the skeleton's head, it would be done for. Skully's bony chest rose up and down as panicked breaths escaped its skeletal frame. Left with no choice, Skully forcefully ripped out his hand, throwing it to the ground.
Skully suspected the poisonous yellow energy was in some sort of cooldown as the aerial worker ants descended on him after seeing that he was vulnerable.
Fortunately, it was his good hand that was wielding the sword. He still had a fighting chance. The skeleton no longer held back its strength. All this while, he had been controlling it because he simply wanted answers, but since the other party didn't want to comply, he would have to resort to drastic measures.
"Hmpff, even if you guys were to cut off both of my hands, I'd still win this fight!" The skeleton sneered, its voice filled with disdain. He lunged forward at the closest worker ant that was swooping down, its mandibles snapping, ready to tear the skeleton apart.
