When a wasp strikes, it is fast and deadly. She darted in; leaving a gash across the beast’s upper leg that instantly sprayed blood. The boar gave a squeal of rage and swept its head around in retaliation, but she had already darted back, hovering at the edge of its reach. Her first strike had not killed the creature, but that had not been her intent. This was not hers to finish.
Swarm feinted forward and then drew back. The boar took an uncertain step backwards before standing its ground with snort. A toss of its head gave away its intent to charge. The wasp was pleased as she angled around; drawing the boar into the position she wanted.
Above her in the treetops, two sets off eyes watched the hunt.