The hive warriors that had been charging forward suddenly froze, their multifaceted eyes narrowing as they observed the battlefield. Three of their kind had been slain with alarming speed, their deaths executed by the golden giant, the Viking princess, and the fiendish werewolf. The last two sent chills through the hive, their oppressive auras making the insect-humanoid hybrids reconsider their next move.
They knew that if they reached the front lines, they could create a gap in the human defenses. Once the drones could attack from all sides, the human soldiers couldn't maintain their tight formation. It took less than a second for the hive to reorganize.
The warriors formed a tight pack, swarming toward Grand Marshal Anglius, drones surrounding them from all directions like a dark, living wave. They avoided the molten ground, knowing it would cost them the drones' advantage.
