We need to get the handle,” said Winter. He looked at his Teammates. “Everyone, move fast! If that handle falls into the acid pool, we’ll lose the match!”
“Are you sure about that, boss?” said Cyclone. “I mean, would Sigil really create a match so that it might not be winnable?”
“Sure looks like it, windbag,” said Atmosfear. “In any case, I agree with donut. We need to grab it now before it’s gone.”
Winter nodded. He and Cyclone flew up through the conveyor belts toward the one at the very top. Weaving in and out of the dozens of conveyor belts between them and their target was tough, but they eventually reached the highest conveyor belt. Winter landed on one end of the junk pile while Cyclone landed on the other, with the pile of junk standing in between them.
“There,” said Winter. H
