Lozen pushed it over, stood up and glared at the fallen creature. She was clearly shaken by the last scenario that occurred, she dusting herself free from the elements of the ground.
“You can come down now, dear Ersa. I think the monsters’ dead now,” uttered Lozen.
“Are you sure?” asked Ersa, as she leaped off the tree, before exclaiming “Ow!”
“What is it?” snapped Lozen. She was still on alert, the andranaline boosting through her would be hard to quench easily.
“It bit me. An ant . . . it looks presumably like a Weaver ant.” babbled Ersa. They are found in temperate dense environment like this one. Statistically speaking, they are vast in the knowledge of building their home with leaves and—”
“Oh Please shut up! I don't f*****g care about ants or whatever it is you're rambling abo
