Lenny roared at the insects as they did.
A few hours later, the last of the praying mantises lay beneath his feet.
It made low screeching noises. Lenny had cut off both of its piercers.
He did not need to know the language of the chimera ants before he knew that the creature was begging for its life.
However, he did not care. He stabbed it right in its compound eyes.
Lenny swayed a little. All around were the parts of different praying mantises.
Limbs here and there, a compound eye here and another there.
His body was soaked in the foul smell of their yellow liquid and his own blood from cuts littered around his body.
He was tired and really wanted to rest, but there was something he really needed to do first.
Using the piercers tied to his forearms, he tore open the abdomens of the beasts before him.
This was not at all an easy task. These things had a very tough carapace.