I feel my arms strangle my foe. His glare in delicious in my eyes. Finally, after so many seasons I will be victorious. His vital essence drains slowly drains from his face. I laugh. Finally, can live in...

*frummmm*

What is that! I look around. The bugs that have flittered around our conflict have returned. They have rested around our arena, bit at our legs but mostly been inconsequential to our contest. But now, they are surrounding us. Why! Don't they understand? He is evil, he is strangeling the world and keeping me and my children from thriving! He must be stopped!

*FRUMMMMMMMMM*

Their strange protrusions hum with a horrifying sounds. They use them to bite into my arms. I scream silently in pain. My enemy grins at my pain. They're removing my fingers from his neck. These foolish bugs! My arms fall to the ground, digging deeply between our feet, exposing our toes.

My foe gloats. The bugs are nursing his wounds. They apply a fireless burn to the mutilation they preformed to my limbs. They will never grow to strike my foe again. I must start anew. My nemesis will retaliate and I might not survive again.

These bugs will pay. Their stone nests around us will crumble and fall; I will see to it. My conflict continues. None will survive but me and my descendants. We will cover the land as far as my eyes can see...