Here’s a memorable example -
You and I are aliens fighting for domination of a distant world. But we do not fight each other directly. That would be barbaric - and impractical, because we both have no hands or feet, or even teeth. If you are curious about our appearance, we are each large soft furry balls of about one “foot” in diameter with large soft eyes. As we have no mouths, we absorb nutrients through osmosis.
However, we luckily have telepathic control of large furry beasts with limbs, teeth, and laser eyes. We will call these beasts “mutant cats”, or “kitties” for short. We start in control of ten mutant kitties each. Mine are slightly larger than yours, but not by much.
Now, our battle begins.
You and I each have a 10,000 gallon capacity paper cup, and fire hoses that pump “Weird” brand kitty chow. Your hose is bigger than my hose.
“Weird” brand kitty chow is what powers our mutant kitties, and it really is weird, because when you have lots of kitty chow, more mysteriously appears, and when you have little kitty chow, some of it mysteriously disappears. Anyways, regardless.
You hook your hose up to your cup, which spews out kitty chow. You put your kitties around the cup. Your kitties eat it, and grow very large.
I hook my hose up to my cup, and get less kitty chow. I send most of my kitties off somewhere; a couple show up now and then to transport loads of kitty chow somewhere.
Over time, your kitty chow pile grows larger and larger, and your cats get bigger and bigger. You can see that my kitties are not growing as quickly. Your cats are 300 lb monsters that look like a pro wrestler. My kitties are 180 lb weaklings. You feel very Manly with your cup full of kitten chow. So much Manlier than me, with my small kitty chow stockpile, and my puny kitties.
In time, though, you realize what I have been up to . . .
THE PUMPING STATION RAID
Our pumps are pumping kitty chow from a pumping station. Realizing the importance of the pumping station, you patrol that area with two cats at all times. But you kept most of your cats at home to get really big and strong.
I, though, decided not to try to match you with power, but with guile. I used two cats to bring supplies back and forth to my commando team, stationed at the pumping station.
Now, our cats fight! My eight cats against your two cats. Your cats are much smexier than my cats, so I lose four cats in the process of taking down your two cats. But I win, and now I control the pumping station.
So there you are. You have more cats, your cats are bigger, and you have more chow. By any measure, you have nothing to worry about.
. . . right?