The scary wasp did not flinch or react at the withered bodies and continued bowing respectfully towards the queen.
Was he being punished?
Why did it feel like the Queen was humiliating him?
Even though I was hidden a safe distance away, I could feel the sparks flying between them.
The wasp queen seemed to enjoy bullying him by keeping him kneeling for such a long time, while the scary wasp was silently suppressing its raging fury.
Their formidable auras battered my senses and I felt either of them could attack each other at any moment.
The surrounding wasps knew well enough to keep a distance. However, to avoid being detected I was unable to move at all.
They remained at odds, until finally, the wasp queen snapped.
With an incomprehensible screech she threw out her clawed limb at the scary wasp, knocking him back through the air.