Chase continued his sprint through the forest. The moving ants questioned each other if they could stop this speedster before he gets too far.
" Number, 53 sir, do you have an idea to stop this menace. " Number 53 turned his head, looking back at the ant that uttered his name" No soldier, the best we can do his chase this thing until he decides to give up."
The ant solder nodded in agreement, the ant guard continued "but regardless of what happens, its fella isn't getting out of this alive." The ant guard said narrow in his gaze.
The solder cup down saliva and so they continued the pursuit, not knowing where playing into Chase's feet and they where getting closer to the trap.
As they got closer Chase notice the cluster of leaves he was told to watch out for and immediately knee this was the spot.
A smirk played on his mandibles. He moved around the cluster of leaves . It was so quick that the ants won't suspect anything was off.
