Survivor 3295743

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I did not try to perform another kick as the first beesquito came within my reaction range of a few yards but instead waited until the very last second to all but drop to the ground and lean away to try to grab hold of their lower stinger that was now piercing the air where my chest had been.

My hand was a split second late but still managed to grip onto their body just behind the stinger. The bug itself probably weighed around fifty pounds and put up quite a bit of resistance, but its wings just were not strong enough. The immediately furled down as I turned and swung the insect upward at its fellow as soon as my mesh gloved fingers clenched into its soft flesh.

Even before their bodies collided the beesquito in my hand was ripping apart from behind its stinger, but it was still enough to smash through the second's legs and into its 'chest'. The follow through, however, ripped the rest of the first beesquito free as it and the second careened off into the ground. The third simply passed on by while leveling out closer to the ground.

Pretending to take a sidestep one way in a feint, I swiftly leap in the opposite direction toward the two tangled and wounded beesquitoes while the third redirects once again. Raising my remaining mandible in one hand, I swiftly smash the back of the curving end down on the middle of the second bug's head from behind

Just after the swing that caused the insect to spasm wildly I was forced to drop backward into a roll to avoid the swift spearing of the still airborne beesquito.

Luckily, the final throes of the second continually ensnared and speared the insect I had used as a weapon. Somehow, their double sets of wings remained mostly undamaged. I could not say the same for the final bug who was only just starting toward me when I ended the roll on my feet and swiftly knife threw the mandible.

Even if the beesquito dodged it would at least afford me some time to preemptively close the distance. However, the insect simply flew head on into the more or less straight path of the mandible. Two two of them swiftly met only a few feet away from me and the mandible struck with its full length across the insect's chest.

The beesquito all but exploded in midair after its chest folded at an angle over the force of the mandible and its insides burst out of its strained and tearing back plates.

By the time the last insect's throes ended the other two were long since dead. After I retrieved my mandible and examined it for any damage to find some small cracks in the lower side of its upper curve. Still, it was more than strong enough to experimentally smash both the insect's mouth tube and stinger in only two or three careful swings apiece.

After that, though, pieces were missing from the network of breakage and I no longer trusted it as a weapon. The weapons of these giant bugs, though, were not much weaker than the original mandibles. There was one last thing I needed to check.

Carefully pinching and ripping open the thick but paper flesh of the insect's lower body around the singer, I find a thick membranous tube within that stretched up into the body like a tube with a slight bulb at the far end.

The tube did not expand in any way but it and the soft bulb surrounded in strands of muscle were filled with pale yellowish-brown fluid. The bulb could squeeze and the stringer could thrust repeatedly to inject prey multiple times. Because the bulb and the base of the stinger were surrounded in tough muscle tissues that they were not detachable like a bee's. These guys were the new assholes of nature, wasps.

Despite the fact that they neither mouth nor stinger were made to come off, they easily slide right out with my strength. However, I could not help but burst the bulbs upon removal which spilled forth all of the venom within. After the first time I was more than smart enough to just start rushing through the process of ripping the stingers out and emptying them inside.