Jamming the screwdriver into the space she had already opened, Sprite yanked with all her strength and pried the panel free. She couldn’t believe she had done it!

But then the guardian stopped, slumping forward, then standing up straight. He started to spin and reached over his head to grab Sprite off his back. The dart quickly let go, barely inches between her and the beast’s fingers.

Sprite took off at a dead run. She was out of tossers and didn’t have anything affective left. “Shoot it!” she yelled, hoping to distract the thing, and Helen was quick to oblige.