09-27-2017, 07:44 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-27-2017, 07:53 PM by sillysadass.)
Vespa was unarmed, though his stinger could provide an effective subsitite. He could use the fighting technique he had learned from the mantis nymphs he fought a few days before. He jumped up into the air, flapping his wings loudly before wincing and falling back to the ground. The scrapes caused from the wind earlier left his wings and backside raw, the pain disabling him from flight. As he got to the deeper area of the cave, he let out a sigh of relief when he saw it partially empty. There was an unlit campfire and a bag next to it. Ashes of a now dead flame littered the ground; someone must have lived here for a while.