In keeping its balance, the machine rushed directly toward Scotty. He yelled, bracing for the impact, raising his arms in a feeble attempt at self preservation.

But fortunately for everyone, the behemoth stepped right over Scotty before righting itself. But not quick enough.

Sprite was right behind it and had leapt to its back. At point blank range, she fired another blast of her core artillery right into its head, the center of its sensor capabilities.

The recoil of the shot forced the gun from Sprite’s hand, sending the core flying. But it also served to short circuit the machine.