As she stepped into her kitchen, Alison could feel her temper starting to boil. On her immaculately clean countertop, she saw something that made her blood curdle - a tiny war between two groups of tiny soldiers. She sighed, exasperated, and bent down to pick up the first of many miniature warriors who seemed to have taken up residence in her kitchen.
"Seriously?" she muttered under her breath. "You guys just won't give up, will you?" She picked up a few of the tiny soldiers and flicked them off the counter, watching them hit the ground with a satisfying thud. "Well, you asked for it," she said, grabbing a handful of soldiers and blowing them off the counter with a powerful breath. They flew through the air, landing in a tangled mess on the floor.
Alison stomped her foot, crushing more soldiers under her heel. The sound of breaking bones mixed with the crunch of plastic as she continued her rampage. Her heart raced with excitement as she felt the power course through her veins. She let out a primal scream, releasing all of her frustration onto these tiny intruders.
Finally, when she had reduced the fighting factions to a pile of broken pieces, she reached for her dustpan. With a smirk, she swept up the remaining soldiers and deposited them into the trashcan. She stood tall over the bin, looking down at the pathetic remains of the war. "There," she said, "now you know where you're going next."
As she turned away, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction. She might be a giantess to them, but to her, they were nothing more than annoying little bugs. And now, they were nothing but a memory.
