Misdirecting swim.

"When a tragedy occurs, a lot of people tend to process them in slow motion...which is weird, since most people would prefer it if such dramas occurred in an instant."

-The thoughts of a beggar who had nothing to lose.

...Meanwhile, at the campsite...

"Why do I hear so much buzz-"

BZZZZZ!

"Holy shit!"

Three seconds.

Three seconds was all it took for a pleasant pre-hunt luncheon at the Strummata hunting camp to turn into an absolute riot.

The reason?

Someone, or something, had thrown into the middle of their camp, an active beehive.

But it wasn't any normal type of bee hive.

This particular beehive was home to a type of second tier aether beast strain that, while weak individually, was absolutely terrifying in a large enough swarm. And they even had the name to back that reputation up.

"Hellfire Honey Bees! Run for your lives!"