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"Drask!" roared Brask, his obsidian mandibles flaring with green aura as he saw his twin brother fall. Not in strategy. Not in training. Just rage, the kind that rewrites instinct.
It happened so fast, they barely had time to register it.
"DRAAAAAASK!" His voice cracked as his feet tore across the stone. The ground beneath him split with every step, his mandibles thrashing wildly, his arms spinning in grief-born frenzy.
"You bastard! That was my BLOOD!"
Kai didn't speak. His body shifted subtly, eyes twitching. His Predator's Instinct had already mapped Brask's momentum. It was sloppy. Unanchored.
The four star ant was strong, yes. But grieving. And grief made you predictable.
Grev snarled from the rear flank. "Idiot! Wait for Sil's illusion—!"
But it was too late.
Brask reached Kai with a scream and leapt with both rotary mandibles spinning to slice him down the middle.
