Sailing past the sliced and diced remains, Seth's dark eyes scanned the airborne battle field, drinking in the details of what was occurring around him as fast as he could. Down below, the rest of his group were dealing with the main force of the unending horde of black armoured ants. From what he could see, they were holding their own quite well against the encroaching swarm, yet it wouldn't be long until the wave descended upon them and truly surrounded them.
While that might seem like a bad thing, and it admittedly it was not ideal, it wasn't exactly as terrible as it might sound. While they were doing their best to repel the oncoming storm of wings, mandibles and claws, that did not mean they were going all out.
