We wait, trembling with anticipation, as shortly we will launch a surprise attack.
We are as strong as they are weak, and thus we plunder, to prove that we are the masters.
A ripple, a surge of bodies, and we move out en-masse.
Silence reigns supreme as rank after rank of our army moves ever closer.
We reach our goal!
They counter attack!
Fight or die!
The living and dying scream aloud, as the hellish battle unfolds.
A snap, a crunch and the claw of the termite embraces me.
I shall not return to the ant hill.