This is an excerpt from my upcoming story, Beetle vs Ants: A war Story. I won't give many details here, because I don't want spoil the surprise. Just know this is about a warrior's final stand. The beetle ran up the turret, using the steps as a launching pad. I followed him, charges stuck firmly in my pocket. I knew I would need them as I chased after the warrior. He fired a shot that got a lucky bounce and killed three of my comrades. Rage thundering through my mind, I knocked him down with the baton hidden in my belt. I caught up to him, watching his face change into a snarl. I slipped by the unresisting guard of the blade he carried to fights, and stuffed his body full of charges. Leaping off and sailing towards the ground, I blew up the charges and heard his scream as he blew. Falling, I saw the enemy crowd the bottom. I pulled out my trusty, ragged rifle to engage them, but before I had even taken a shot, a beetle sniper shot the gun out of my hands. I quickly turne...