As she springs, forelegs lifting to strike, hindlegs thrusting, propelling her forward, a slender hand appears before her eyes, pointing a submachine gun into the room. Tikki bats the gun down and away and in the next instant she’s slamming bodily into the figure coming through the doorway. She sees that it’s Shaver and Shaver opens her mouth as if to shout or scream, but the ambush is sprung, the trap is closed. Tikki seizes the elf with her forelegs, slams her into one side of the doorway, and flings her down to the floor.