Battle of the Beetle

sent the Cobalt Beetle. 

I rubbed my feet on the sand, forgetting that insects don't sweat. 

I shrugged. 

He hopped down from the ledge, landing outside the circle of planted spears. 

I admitted. 

He snapped his mandibles, flexed the forearms with the crablike claws at the end. 

  But he chose that moment to rush me.

I activated everything; I didn't expect to last past the first minute.