"Ah, right, when you become weak as a kitten, and twice as useless. It wasn't an empty threat, however." The gauntlet glows, and fills with a strange white ball, emitting a high pitch whistle. "As we've been here for years longer than you, and we outnumber you 35 to 1, I think I like our chances." The bone gains a few new scratches, and the ruins glow briefly. "Done. But if you make us regret this, anyone of us could make it self destruct in the blink of an eye."