I rose to my feet, grasping my bleeding arm and cursing foully under my breath. Even just rising to my feet was a herculean task, because the pain in my bleeding arm was so great that I could think of little else. I suppose I should have been happy that I managed to knock out Bug Bite, but it was hard to be happy when I was suffering from some of the worst pain I’d ever experienced in my life. It was even worse than when I broke my collarbone when I was six, which had been so bad that I practically cried myself dry.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the buzzing bee swarm above. Looking at the ceiling, I saw that the bees were starting to lose their cohesion. It occurred to me that without Bug Bite to control them, the bees would soon stop being a collective, and once they did,
