Hello, I'll be checking your vitals.

Holding a microscope to the first mentioned red ant, I saw that, though he was assiduously gnawing at the near fore leg of his enemy, having severed his remaining feeler, his own breast was all torn away, exposing what vitals he had there to the jaws of the black warrior, whose breastplate was apparently too thick for him to pierce and the dark carbuncles of the sufferer's eyes shone with ferocity such as war only could excite.