As usual, I kept the wasps and bees from contracting their abdomens to force the venom out. It would hurt, but the risk of anaphylactic shock would be minimal.
They fled, running for the outdoors.
I gave them a second of reprieve. A few seconds where they could catch their breath and think they’d escaped.
“Your turn,” I told Regent.
Hoo boy, here we go.
Shatterbird versus the Chosen, round two.
Shatterbird attacked, calling forth a light flurry of glass shards. There weren’t many, far less than I had in the way of bugs, but our enemies couldn’t defend against them. My mosquitoes could smell blood as the shards sliced thin papercuts into their skin, impaled their cheeks and hands.