They were back again. The Crasoons. And this time she was ready. Ever since they'd laid waste to her town, reducing it to wilderness in a matter of weeks, carrying off the wreckage with their dreadful claws, she had been planning. The white noise in her headphones would drown out their hypnotizing cries. She wouldn't go on a killing spree, no matter what the benign-looking destroyers told her. She was here for one purpose, the purpose she'd been training for for a year and a half: The destruction of the Crasoons. Her red shirt would lure them. And once they approached, she would be ready with the Electrifier. She waited, smiling at the Crasoons. They began to flit closer. Then, the voice in her headphones: A voice she recognized. "Mom?" she whispered, to the unhearing air. "It's Mom," said the voice. "Please don't hurt the Crasoons." Slowly the girl removed her headphones. The biggest crasoon whispered to her, and she electrified hers