The arrow flies true, but the swarm is thick. Impacting one beetle after another the arrow slows in its flight and never reaches its target. As the burrowers swarm, the bomb hits the floor and explodes, blinding you. The concussive force blasts the swarm, and hundreds fall like black rain. It has not stopped them all though. Men scream as the remnants of the swarm reach the line. Biting and boring, the burrowers search for eyes, ears and mouths. Shouting over the buzzing, you order the soldiers to use their amber torches to beat them back. With your own already in hand, you wield the flames in front of you in a desperate attempt to fight them off.

The fire has the desired effect. Though you only manage to kill a small portion with the flames, the primal fear of the fire's blinding heat is enough to drive the rest of the swarm away. What they leave in their wake are the punctured corpses of one of your squads.

Not waiting to see if they will return, you set the army back into its formation and move out.

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