Stanley stood unshaken in a dire situation as the dozens of ants made their way towards him. Their initial plan was to kill him and take their commanding general, but like the saying goes, it's easier said than done.
As the ants got closer, their jaws snapping furiously with each passing second, they all ganged up on him. But before they could get too close, Stanley swung his mandibles like a sharp sword, slapping the heads off those who dared to come near.
The general held between the crushing mandibles couldn't help but feel angered by her powerlessness. "Stop, don't get any closer," Ember yelled. They didn't listen; the ants were killed in cold blood.
Scout captain turned back and saw the beetles coming in to stop them; she instructed the rest to stop them. "Delta squad, Beta squad, after them. You're in charge, Number 88."
