“Thermal blast,” Sprite said, still watching the sky.

“Yeah, I got that much,” Helen said, getting up and closing the distance between herself and Scotty who was still lying on the blacktop. She kept her face to the sky as much as she could. “But what the hell are we up against?”

The speck was nearing. It wouldn’t be long now. But it would keep firing fireballs in the meantime. Sprite didn’t exactly think things would improve once it got here, but it would be a different type of danger, more along the lines of being crushed, rather than burned.