Posted 15 June 2012 - 10:29 AM
Bronx sniper sat in his perch as he kept sight on Brainchild. He tried to sit still but saw the mass of swirling leaves slowly making its way toward his target. When it finally manifested in a familiar form he gulped as he knew how hard it was going to be to take down a god of nature.
"He's hiding in there. I can feel his vile essence pollute my woods. We should..."
Suddenly a large uprooted tree slammed into the ground between Brainchild who rolled away and Lord Greenwood who turned into a cloud of pollen before reforming. Lyra was up again, floating in the air, leaves swirling around her as Greenwood looked at Brainchild.
"You deal with the psychopath. I will attend to this mockery."
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