The undead hornet dead did not have a name. It did not need a name, for it was but one of many made to be exactly like the rest of its drone-like kind. It would say it was simply a cog of a greater machine if it knew of the existence of such things. This was the thought process of all the undead hornets that made up the undead swarm of Bunet.

Though they did not have an idea of individuality, that did not mean that the concept was completely foreign to them. As while they did not name each other, they did distinguish each other in another way, which was by what they had accomplished, as they had an inherent sense of who had accomplished what in the swarm, and they as a whole always wanted to do more for the undead hornet swarm.

So this certain undead hornet was known as Fifty Four Kills because he had managed to kill fifty-four of the strange plant-like bugs that wandered the seemingly never-ending sea of tall grass. He was hoping to get a fifty-fifth kill, which would make his new title fifty-fifth. So he kept moving, using his never-tiring insect wings to fly across the ground, bursting through the tall grass in search of his next kill until he found it.

A strange wormlike creature had clearly grown dozens of strange green spikes recently as the insect moved awkwardly, clearly not used to the spikes on its body. Seeing this as a clear sign of magical mutation, marking it as an enemy, fifty-four immediately attacked, turning its body around so it was thrusting its stinger at the newly mutated magical insect.

The wormlike creature turned and tried to bring its new spikes to bear against fifty-four, but the spikes were too new, and so it wasn't used to them enough to bring them up quickly and so couldn't defend with them in time. So fifty-four quickly buried its stinger in the wormlike thing's eyes, killing it instantly in a moment of pure agony for the nature insect.

The undead hornet, fifty-four, pulled its stinger out of the dead, twitching insect's corpse and proceeded to do a little dance as it felt its new title of fifty-five, but before the newly titled fifty-five could move on, he felt a huge lurking shadow over him. So he turned around and saw a new creature, though not an insect but clearly of grass magic.

The titled fifty-five undead hornet was filled with joy that it could gain its new title of fifty-six so quickly and was just about to bring its stinger to bear once again, but sadly it was never to be. Before he even brought his stinger around to be in the right direction, the massive grass magic creature had already devoured fifty-five before it could become fifty-six. It would proceed to do this to many undead hornets, ending them and their titles within the swarm.

There was an undead catapult, a very angry undead catapult, the first of its kind, made of grass and sent into a sea of grass to look for a village of grass pixies. The angry grass catapult, if it could speak, would admit it was lost within the sea of grass and had no idea if it was getting closer or farther from the grass pixie village.

It did know, though it was enjoying killing the greater insect that charged it. It had left a trail of corpses behind it, proving that it was skilled and that it had been constructed properly. In fact, the more it killed, the more it proved its creator right to make it, as well as the skill needed for its construction, for only a great creation could do such a great job.

So it was quite happy that there seemed to be a never-ending supply of magically mutated bugs that kept charging at it. Though it also had to admit it might be due to the fact it was always angry, and having something to smoosh helped it deal with said anger. So the angry grass catapult had just seen more bugs to crush and was charging towards them on its pebble wheels when it saw the creature.

It was a massive thing, and honestly, the always angry grass catapult had no idea how it had missed it. But in the end that didn't matter; what mattered was there was a giant creature it could crush under its special arm, which when spring would bring down the spiked side on whatever was in front of him. So with such a massive target in front of the angry grass catapult, it charged at it solely so it could crush its head.

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Sadly for the angry grass catapult, it would not succeed in its brutal charge. As the giant grass serpent was so flexible, it was able to flatten itself completely and still move, allowing it to get under the grass catapult's spikes that were coming out of its sides, then proceed to wrap around and squeeze the angry grass catapult.

The grass catapult tried to move to escape the squeeze so it could come around for another charge, but it couldn't escape the grass serpent's grip. When the angry grass catapult realized it was captured, it came to a realization: as an undead construct, if it was captured, it could be copied by the enemy.

The angry grass catapult was not the smartest; it knew this quite well, but one of the smartest things it knew was that only the ruler could be allowed to command the angry grass catapults. So it could not be allowed to be captured, so the very first angry catapult brought its arm high in the air and then brought back down on itself as hard as it could again and again until the very first angry grass catapult was no more, choosing death over capture.

Though whether the grass serpent was trying to capture the angry grass catapult or had been trying to crush it in its grips is unknown and will likely never be known. As the grass serpent quickly moved in after the destruction of the angry grass catapult. Though the large grass serpent seemingly turned invisible as it blended into the grass as it moved through the sea of grass with astonishing speed.

Though it suddenly found itself ambushed as the ragged grass spiders suddenly leaped at it with relentless abandon, somehow knowing where it was. There were three of them, and one of them missed, but the other two landed, starting a violent struggle as the angry grass spider tore into the serpent with as many of its sharpened points as it could put into the serpent at once.

The battle went on for a short while with the one angry grass spider that missed joining the fight, and the confusing melee eventually ended with the three angry grass spiders broken and dead on the ground. Though the serpent was in much worse shape, now sporting multiple gaping holes from where the angry grass spiders had pierced its body.

The grass serpent was about to continue its fight when it heard the clawed steps of the angry grass centipede, and it knew it couldn't fight one in this state. So the grass serpent had to retreat, now returning to the village for repairs before it came to hunt again.

Meanwhile, above it all, Bunet was freaking out. "Dammit, bzzzz, dammit, bzzzz, dammit." Bunet said grabbing her antenna and pulling them out of sheer frustration. As her only war machine had been destroyed, as well as her undead hornet swarm being devastated by some new magical creature unleashed before Binet could figure out a response.

Luckily for her, the angry grass elementals, while taking few casualties, had driven the thing off for now at least. "Got to form up. Can't be isolated now that we got some monster hunting us in there." Bunet said, eyeing the grassy sea that was acting as a maze below her.

I'll have the next wave of hornets group up with the siege equipment. Yeah, a dozen undead hornets to each catapult and have the angry grass elements move as one. Bunet thought to herself, then gave a sigh before acting on her plan. By first having all the angry grass elementals group together and then having the surviving undead hornets come with her back to the undead kingdom.

As she had to go back once more, she found herself speaking aloud the dark thought that had been bouncing around in her head. "Horter should keep his mouth shut if he knows what's good for him." Burnet said she was not happy at all that the sudden counterattack from what she was pretty sure was pixie magic had sent her back again to ask for reinforcements once again.

"Will see what you do when I come back with a dozen rage grass catapults instead of one." Bunet said to her enemies the grass pixies her voice clearly filled with anticipation as Bunet wanted to get back at the grass pixies for this humiliation and finally get the victory that had been denied to her.