I'm not even at the next landing and I run into the others fighting off a wave of hobgoblins. Blossom tosses herself backward into my arms and I catch her before she tumbles down the stairs, just barely.

"I have an idea," she says. "We have to get off the steps. They're just going to keep coming after us."

I watch Damaris cutting through the line of attackers at the top, knowing Blossom is right. Yes, the way is narrow enough she can keep them off of us for a ...