The deeper I cut into their lines, the more frenzied they became. As I was the giant invader, they turned to guerilla hit-and-run tactics. They buzzed into my ear and made an attempted trench run up my nose.
The worst were the black flies. Foolishly, I did not don armor that covered my entire arms. One devilish attacker took a deep bite just north of my elbow. It feels like I've permanently hit my funny bone. Another made a valiant attempt to bite right through my shirt on my right shoulder.
In the end it was a drained battery and sudden drenching rain that caused me to flee the battlefield, leaving a broad strip untouched; the blooming dandelions were open wide in triumph. However, I had my revenge, making a sneak attack of my own just a few minutes ago, clearing the last bit of field and retreating before the resistance could organize again.
This is going to be a long war.