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Unsure what to do but determined to stop the swarm, you grab a sticky net and start waving it back and forth. Wasps swarm you, but you ignore their painful stings until your net grows heavy.

The hosts try to charge you, but you hop out of reach. After several exhausting and agonizing minutes, the hosts lie in bloody, broken-open heaps, and the swarms have lost their cohesion. Wasps crunch underfoot, twitch on nets or in pools of glue, or bumble about trying to escape.

You can feel the wasps' poison in your blood, but you've suffered worse. And Queen Acma is still alive.

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