There it was. The coupling of the tail rotor.

“You have your orders,” the pilot of the armorcoptor said to its gunner. “Take the shot.”

Sprite tweaked the tiny joystick, and instantaneously, her final remaining faerie burst into a deadly vision of blades. It quickly sliced through the coupling at a forward angle. The rotating blades snapped, sending one through Sprite’s faerie and another flying forward, into the main rotor.

The armorcoptor’s pair or rotating guns lit up just as the machine lurched forward, its bare tail turning over the top as its main rotor splintered apart, fractured blades scattering.