"It's the Light! They hate the Light! Bump up all the high-power lighting equipment to the highest power setting!" said Midas, barking out orders, the happiness in his voice audible to all present.
Light?
As some people looked over to Midas' wall, they noticed he was not even fighting desperately anymore, merely staring triumphantly at the area below him while shooting beams with his desert eagle.
"It's the intensity. They can handle the light to a certain extent, but as soon as it becomes too much they will run away! Do it now, stop hesitating!" said Midas sending out a few more beams of energy that crashed into Ants and sent their insides spluttering out with a *Plsch!*
