"How's it going? Did they go in?" In the distant darkness, the Red-armored Ant-man stood on his tiptoes, straining to see into the distance.
But he couldn't see a thing. An Ant-man's eyesight had always been poor.
In his field of vision, the distant scenery was just a blur.
He gently nudged the Mantis People leader beside him with his arm. "Your eyesight is better than mine. See if they went in."
He nudged him several times, but the Mantis People leader next to him said nothing.
The Red-armored Ant-man turned his head, a little angry. "I'm talking to you."
The Mantis People leader beside him wore a grave expression, staring straight ahead.
But for some reason, the Red-armored Ant-man saw his body was shaking slightly, as if... trembling.
The Red-armored Ant-man sensed the strange, tense atmosphere in the air.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. He stomped his right foot, twisted his waist, and threw a punch behind him.
THWAP.
A large hand enveloped his fist.
