The army was flying over the rocky ground and sparse forest when the forward scouts returned, saying there were hornets ahead—but only a couple of them.
"Keep advancing, but be ready to fight," I ordered.
Soon, we saw each other, and even *those* murderous creatures had a pause at the sheer amount of their opponents.
However, they weren't called "murder hornets" for being peace-loving, cautious, or smart.
They were called this because they were 7 meters tall beasts with jaws that could bite off a bee's head in a snap. I wished we were in our home territory so my bees could make use of my "Homeland Protector" title.
"They are attacking!" someone shouted ahead of us.
True—the hornets were closing the distance with incredible speed.
"Bolas at the ready! Be ready to fight them off! Don't charge and don't break the line!" Bloodimina shouted, and her personal drummer switched the rhythm from the marching to the defensive one.