The guards ran, but the bees followed. “It’s the honey! We need to get rid of it!” Veronica gasped. “It’s all over my armor!” Mercedes protested, then she nodded. Running toward the edge of the wall terrace, she jettisoned her armor, following Veronica’s lead. (Patreon)

(Hey, so some of the problems I was dealing with got taken care of, so I'll be back.  I apologize for this little sequence, things were getting really overwhelming, and I think the art suffered some.  The story also required some exposition, so that didn't help.  Now, the skirmish for the town of Dacquouise is going to get much more interesting.)