“Helen, did you get ready, like I asked?” Sprite said, still staring upward.

“Sprite, I don’t know what it is that you see, but we need to get you a medic, take a look at your side.” Again Helen looked at the wound; it was if it had chosen to stop bleeding.

“I told you I’m fine,” Sprite said again. “Helen, get your arms and get your dog, because we’re about to be in one hell of a fight.”

Helen looked to the sky and still saw nothing. She laid a hand gently on Sprite’s shoulder and took her arm.