Kyle decimated another ant before jumping back.
The tunnel was just wide enough to swing his hammer as long as he was in the middle of it.
However, only two ants could approach him at a time.
Ironically, the ants' nest was the perfect battleground for Kyle.
They couldn't surround him, while he could swing his hammer as much as he wanted.
'If I hadn't dealt with the scouts, I would be in trouble. If even one ant appears behind me, I'm basically fucked,' Kyle thought.
'Was that their plan? I thought they wanted to make me feel bad for killing them.'
'No, you fucks just wanted to ambush me!'
BOOOM!
Another warrior ant fell from the ceiling.
Kyle continued his swing and swung down.
CRACK!
The satisfying feeling of something hard and meaty crunching beneath his hammer filled Kyle as he saw both ants getting deformed.
Whenever this happened, the tunnel was blocked, and the other ants had to push past the corpses.
