“Scotty, please, listen to me,” Sprite yelled.

This time Scotty’s head shot up in an instant, his eyes clouded and dark, his face a grimace. He threw both arms out in front of him. Several gleaming extensions wrapped tightly down his arms, over his watch, and flying out, past his fingers, turning deadly sharp.

Sprite threw up her translucent shield again, forming from the band around her right forearm. She made it bigger this time, extending to the ground and several meters out, not wanting any tentacles to go around. But as a result, the shield was made thinner too.