A steaming hot dish of revenge

I didn't have time to finish my sentence before my girls already spread around the glass vials in pairs and thirds and struck the glass with their pickaxes. Of course, I joined in too, rushing to the nearest glass vial—one that held Beemarine Excellence.

Although the glass was at least twenty centimeters thick, the imprisoned Beemarines already did some damage on it. The smooth surface was covered in scratches and even had some cracks in the side where the Beemarines hit it earlier.

But the stone hammers, although hard, had nothing on the sharp iron pickaxes. The very first blows left new cracks on the glass surfaces.

Seeing this, the imprisoned bees began hitting the glass from their side with twice the effort. The cracks widened by several centimeters with each blow.

One, two, three, ten… I kept bringing my pickaxe down on Excellence's prison, chipping out glass shards with every other strike.