"Ladies and gentlemen-- and ants. I need everyone to take three steps back right now."
He's sure the request will get him nowhere, no matter how authoritative he sounds. But it's the rules of engagement--give the civilians a warning before you go in, fists flying.
They don't listen. It's creepy, the way they all advance toward the hive as one. Arms and hands start flailing as they approach striking distance, trying to scare him off, clear him out, knock him down. Jim uses those to his advantage, grabbing, twisting, casting bodies aside.
The ants... he wishes he had a phaser now. He grabs a long piece of wood, a scrap from something overrun to make this hive, and he swings it in a wide arc, batting a pair of them to one side and forcing the others to stop. They hang back and he's sure they're merely recalculating their advance.
The people regroup. His wooden weapon gets turned on them too, carefully-aimed blows meant to take people off their feet and knock the wind out of them without permanent damage.
no subject
He's sure the request will get him nowhere, no matter how authoritative he sounds. But it's the rules of engagement--give the civilians a warning before you go in, fists flying.
They don't listen. It's creepy, the way they all advance toward the hive as one. Arms and hands start flailing as they approach striking distance, trying to scare him off, clear him out, knock him down. Jim uses those to his advantage, grabbing, twisting, casting bodies aside.
The ants... he wishes he had a phaser now. He grabs a long piece of wood, a scrap from something overrun to make this hive, and he swings it in a wide arc, batting a pair of them to one side and forcing the others to stop. They hang back and he's sure they're merely recalculating their advance.
The people regroup. His wooden weapon gets turned on them too, carefully-aimed blows meant to take people off their feet and knock the wind out of them without permanent damage.