The one, a black stag beetle, stared at the red hawk, his antennae twitching in frustration. "How dare you scream at me after eating one of my loyal followers," he mused, vengeful. He launched himself towards the airborne predator.
His large mandibles clicked with fury as he soared through the air, his resolve burning bright.
As he closed in on the hawk, the stag beetle spread his wings wide, unfurling them from his protective wing covers.
With precision and strength, he opened his powerful mandibles wide and sliced through the tree branch the hawk perched on, sending it crashing down to the forest floor below.
Caught off guard, the hawk flailed helplessly as it plummeted, unable to flap its wings to regain control. Meanwhile, the stag beetle swiftly latched back onto the sturdy trunk of the tree, his grip firm. The other beetles, witnessing the impressive feat, erupted into cheers and praise.
