SCCRAAAAAAAAA!
The surrounding ants, those that populated the trees and were hoping to see their generals annihilate the humans let out a chorus of grating, screeching cries at the injustice of what had inspired.
They were not shy about vocalising their rage, shaking the trees in which they dwelled. However how much they screeched and cried, none of them dared to move from the safety of their perches within the trees. Whether this was out of fear of the expedition force, respect for their transcendent ant leaders or for some other reason, they kept to themselves in the trees and simply watched as the slaughter unfolded.
And what a slaughter it truly was. Whether it was by fate, or the dreadful luck of these worthless creatures, all of the Ant Generals abilities seemed to be countered by one of the expedition force.
Surely, it had to be some cruel fate of nature that the weak swarm was more of a threat to them than the so called powerful figures.
