Turtle weaved in and out of traffic, armorcoptor in his rearview. T hooted with pleasure, quite enjoying being behind the wheel of the Red Cherry Turbo again. Any day he could enjoy a cigar and drive a fine machine like this was a good day.

Sprite punched the faerie, giving it all the juice it had left. The machine darted forward. Just a little further.

Sprite flipped through the specs on the coptor. There wasn’t much her airborne device could do without about fifteen times the explosive power it carried. Then she had an idea and quickly crunched some numbers.