You struggle against the power of the ant, your suit was able to survive one ants attack, but thousands of these monsters would end up pulling you apart! Your punches doing little more then hurting your own fists against the unflinching bugs armor. You only wish you could reach your side arm, but it was cut off from you currently being pressed between your hip and the crushing force of the ants mandibles. It was looking hopeless, you couldn't even fight off a god damn bug!
You were moments away from giving up all hope when a vast shadow moved over head a brisk wind blowing past you and the ant carrying you.
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Mary Jane set her foot down in front of the path of the little black ant stopping it short from escaping into the grass and off into the park. She'd had second thoughts about 'nature taking its course' and decided that today mother nature could let her be in charge for a bit.
She could see the small ant starting to panic in the shadow of her sneaker looking to get around it. "O no you don't, you drop that little bug first." She said as she started to couch down over the ant.
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The same towering white ship smashes down able to stop the ant in its tracks with its presents while you couldn't even get it to notice your attacks. It would seem whatever giant race had detected you after all and would be able to help. Your captor was starting to panic quickly running about the world wiping by this way and that. You felt you were going to be sick, but you chanced that from feeling to a most definite fact as you heard thunderous booms roaring out from above.
"O NO YOU DON'T YOU DROP THAT LITTLE BUG FIRST."
Your eyes finally move up, up past the white wall of what you thought was a ship, up past the armored skin of the giant ant, put past two mile tall black pillars that you soon realized were legs covered by some kind of leggings, your eyes seem to never stop moving upwards finally spotting a tan woman's face lowering down from the heavens.
Her soft features looked rather kind and rather young she could still be in her late teens or her early twenties at most. It was the kind of girl you'd hit on at a bar, but right now she was to much to even comprehend and scary beyond anything you'd ever seen.
This sight is soon replaced however with a far more horrifying sight, the massive finger tip falling down from the skies towards you and the ant.
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