There was an enemy only 150 meters away from me. He was slapping at his legs with one hand and waving his net with another, but all this flailing killed less than a dozen bees at most.
Each of them was precious in her own way, so the guy was going down.
He was thoroughly distracted and already stung a bit—his health was at 〔92/95〕.
I saw the target and saw no obstacles.
"Charge!" I shouted, flying toward the man's upper torso.
He was so focused on slapping other bees that I could easily land on the man's back, right on the collar of his tunic.
From this close, the stench of him hit me like a sledgehammer. Sweat was pouring from under cracks between the man's neck chitin plates. Entire buckets of sweat that mixed with other grime which this man must've picked on his way to Hive Rich.
I grimaced.
'Or maybe he washes only once a week and the last time was six days ago. I should've approached the man's face instead.'
