"NOOO! STOOOOOP!"
These desperate words fell on deaf ears as Fox's blade tore through the Queen Ant's neck, carving into her flesh with barely a hint of resistance. As is tradition, it seems, with sovereign rulers the Queen's head hit the ground and rolled away.
Her body fell next, collapsing like a sack of potatoes as thick, viscous green blood spurted from the fresh stump like the centre piece of a gruesome fountain.
Dragging the flat of his blade against his arm, Fox cleaned the blood from his weapon before sheathing it, as every member of the group turned their attention to the figure that had spoken, someone who hadn't been their moments before.
Standing next to one of the identical trees, was a woman with deep brown skin, which had the same texture as the tree trunks around them. Her eyes blended seamlessly into her face, made entirely of wood just like the rest of the body. It was as if she was carved out of a singular piece of wood.
