Diego hopped on the horse, far from surprised that he had easily fooled the stable boy. He even started to gallop towards the castle, only to change his route and leave the place where he had grown up. As luck would have it, he was going directly towards the well, which was on the route to the large city where he planned to go to. He couldn't wait to get out of this place! Things were getting crazy here, and change back to the way things were seemed to be a distant possibility.
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Dozens of the bees perished after being hit by the blue blast, and more slowed. But it was almost insignificant. Seconds later, they formed five massive groups. One group attacked Karasuma and one stayed back to defend Bakka. The other three, somewhat smaller groups targeted each of the different enemies, Feon, Artholath, and the mafia boss. Bakka scratched himself vigorously as he pulled a sturdy wooden sword from his hilt and approached Karasuma. She had to be the queen, the hive. Something was leading. Always was. That was how things worked for Bakka. Always a leader, always followers, and he was a leader, and the bees were his followers. The hive mind.