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It all happens so fast for the poor kobold. As Cynwrig plummets from the sky, Tik Tik holds her hands up out of instinct, prepared to be bodied hard by the falling friend. But that doesn't happen. Instead, a slimy splash fills her ears as drops of dewy goo fleck over her arms and uncover portions of her face.

Tik Tik lowers her arms, her body trembling. Eshere's form shifts into a wall in front of the kobold, but a Cynwrig-shaped hole punches its way through her body. The beetle himself lays on the ground, his form pinning the heart core of the slime to the grassy ground.

Without her central being to support her body, the slime that stands there is no more than jiggly gelatin, and it collapses into a pile of useless juice on the ground.

Tik Tik scurries up to her hands and knees, reaching out to her collapsed companion, only for the shadow that descends from the sky to take her attention.

A black-and-yellow figure hovers before her, wings buzzing, hands on one side placed upon the side of her abdomen, and two more on the other gripping a white spear pointed with a black tip. She looks like the forager but is slightly taller, her exoskeleton gently bulkier than her compatriot. The humming buzz that rises from this soldier is quick, deep, and annoyed.

"Enemies," she hums, pointing the spear toward Tik Tik. "Intruders."

The forager buzzes, her antennae twitching, her legs and arms shuffling around, nectar buckets.

The warrior snaps her attention towards the forager, connecting to the forager through buzzes, clicks, and movements.

Tik Tik crawls up to Cynwrig and Eshere, placing a hand upon the beetle boy and the crimson core. "Friends, alright?" The kobold asks, gently shaking them.

"Been better," Cynwrig says, coughing.

The core slurps up the tiny droplets of goo that coat the kobold, bringing them together to develop a thin film around her. A little mouth forms out of the essence and affirms her state with a high-pitched squeak of a "Yes."

Baker steps up between the warrior and his comrades, placing a hand on his breast. "Now, see here, honey, we are not intruders, and we are visitors looking to speak with the leadership of your kingdom. I don't appreciate you flying up here and attacking my associates like that."

The warrior scoffs, gripping her spear three-handed. She rushes forward toward him, thrusting her spear straight toward him.

Baker hops back, just enough for the weapon tip to catch onto his shirt, tearing it asunder, leaving his chest exposed as the shreds of his top hang from his shoulders. Like the rest of his cake body, his chest is soft and fluffy, with the gentlest curves and little strawberry tops serving as his nipples.

He scowls, clenching his fist and throwing a punch, connecting with the warrior's face, and knocking her to the ground.

He stands over her, huffing and rolling his top off his shoulders, exposing his cakey torso for all to see. "Why do you have to be so disagreeable?"

"You are intruders!" The forager says. "No one invited you! You ruined my harvest!"

Baker shrugs, readying himself to fight, but his gaze lingering on his hand is now smashed into a lump of crumbly dough.

The warrior hops up, buzzing and thrusting forward. Baker steps to the side, deflecting the weapon with a deflecting palm. "If I had known I'd be fighting, I'd bring a battle body to this excursion! I'm a chef, first and foremost, darling."

The soldier, flying past Baker, scowls. Her eyes match the forager, stealing a solemn glance at her.

The forager shakes her head quickly, but the soldier closes her eyes. She sticks her butt out towards the enemy combatant. From her rump emerges a pointed black stinger. Her wings beat so fast that they zip back the way she came, heading straight back toward Baker.

The stinger plunges into Baker's chest, burying it deep through his skin. He stands wide-eyed and trembling. Strawberry jam oozes from around his wound, slinking down his body. He coughs, spurting up some of the sweet substance. "You... you really have a way with that, ugh, weapon of yours."

Baker falls to his knees, slumping his shoulders forward. "I'm afraid I'll need to... take a break for a bit, Tik TIk," he admits, chuckling to himself.

The forager, meanwhile, lowers her head, nodding in a solemn moment. "I sacrificed for the hive," she says, taking a moment to look at the forager, buzzing and signing some more words toward the forager.

The forager snuffles and whines, lowering her head and nodding back to her. "Be ready now," she says, her voice grave.

The soldier takes a deep breath and beats her wings again, pulling herself away. She stares upward, looking at the bright blue sky and all the beautiful plants for one last time as she escapes from the clutches of the beast she has defeated, ready for the sweet release as her stinger catches the skin of her enemy.

A moment after first pulling out, she immediately flops down, falling to the ground, her butt and stinger in the air.

Baker blinks, tilting his head. "Oh, my, honey..." he says with a consoling coo. "Did you think... did you think that attack killed either of us? There's no way that huge stinger of yours was ever going to get stuck in this cute body of mine."

The soldier hops up to her feet, clenching her fists and stomping her feet. "What are you!?" She shouts.

"Tik Tik friends try tell you," Tik Tik says, standing up. She flips her hood over her head and turns around, her fingers flexing as she faces the two insect ladies. "But it seem Tik Tik and friends need show things to you."

"What?" The soldier says, gripping her shaft.

"Tik Tik is teacher," The kobold says, pointing a crackling finger toward her opponent, "and now, it time teach you lesson in manners."