02-15-2020, 11:22 PM
The wasps scatter angrily. The collective beating of their wings sounds out like the buzz of machinery at a factory. Even as they are repelled by the stick of incense they find the tenacity to try and sting Andrea. Hundreds of wasps land on her skin but their attacks are undone by Judy's smoke armor. Andrea can just barely make out that beneath the wasp pile is a trio of torn sacks of yellow-pink sludge on a broken wagon.