Hunt and be hunted (I)
" Let the hunt begin " Ossa ulna, radius and phalanges darkened as they were filled with demonic force.
Swiftly he moved, into the unsuspecting swarm who were about their business, some carried small creatures while others carried fennel, daises, and other plants which they seemed to fancy.
With a swoop of his straightened fingers, he cut down a wasp, alerting the rest.
Buzz!! Buzz!! Buzz!! Buzz!! Buzz!! Buzz!!
They swarmed Ossa, hitting him with their mandibles and stingers. Unsurprisingly, he received minimal damage as his bones only cracked, quickly regenerating.
" You guys are a nuisance to my master," He said, his wolf-like voice echoing through the forest.
Half an hour passed, and he stood amid wasp corpses, their clear yellowish blood dripping from his blackened hands, painting the green grass with its yellowness.