[@thewizardguy][@Snarfulblast][@Wraithblade6]

While most might be terrified markus, in his almsot constantly playful mood, took these assaults with smile on his face as he holds a finger, saying evenly "freeze for a minute, first, i don't like killing, even if it's plants, so i'm going to give you a warning" before crouching and jumping up with enough force that the thorns around his ankles are ripped from the ground as he soars over the tree tops, the malignant plants crashing together where he'd once been, his warning having not been heeded in their bloodlust as he spins in the air, the vines being blown off his limbs by a terrifyingly feirce hurrican of wind pressure as he chuckles out "Alright! i did warn you!" before kicking down at gardens, the virtual hurricane being let loose upon the plants there, uprooting trees and murlocks alike before he floats down slowly and surveys the devastation he'd wrought, his omni-present grin slowly fading into sadness as the thing of beauty he'd once beheld leisurely was now a broken wreck of vines and splinters.

"i'm sorry" he says softly before noticing a lonely peach, still clinging to it's parent tree despite the malicious gale. He goes over to it quietly and plucks it, eating it until nothing is left but the pit before going to the center of the gardens and digging out a small spot, burying the pit before standing, turning to the other three present, asking "alright, who's responsible for these plants being made to kill?" lightning crackling in his hair as the normally cheerful monkey-man was growing rather infuriated at the perversion of nature as he saw it.