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[color=CC5500]"You got that right,"[/color] Blake mumbled as he scratched his neck. [color=CC5500]"Killjoy. Still, I guess he's got all the science there under wraps. I can't do that for shit. I got a 46 average in chemistry, anyway,"[/color] he rambled as he looked around the area. [color=CC5500]"Maybe we should put a pause on the regular Ambleweeds...I think I might've find the source of the problem,"[/color] Blake said as he pointed at the plant-covered apartment building. On top of the building was what appeared to be a large mech of some sort, albeit one composed entirely of plant matter. Inside the biological armor was some type of old lady. Blake was not normally the type to espouse attacks on old ladies, but judging by the fact that this old lady seemed to be commanding the Ambleweeds from inside armor composed of Ambleweed-like materials, it seemed that this old lady was the cause of a lot of the city's problems. Which meant that this old lady was a villain, and she had to go.

[color=CC5500]"Cover me,"[/color] Blake said simply as he sent two blasts of fire into the ground, launching himself upwards, over scores of Ambleweeds, and towards the old lady. Fire built up in his hands as he eyed the plant villainess. After a few moments of concentration, as Blake began to launch downwards towards the pavement, he unleashed a furious blast of fire. At the distance he was from the old lady, even a drunk could have hit the old lady with a baseball, but for some odd reason Blake's attack veered wildly off-course, sending a massive blast of fire careening into an apartment building, flames engulfing the entirety of the structure. Luckily there was nobody in there. Well, hopefully, at any rate.

Blake landed awkwardly in front of the old lady, who chuckled as she lifted a vine-covered arm back. [color=007236]"Such a daring little hero,"[/color] she mused as she balled up a fist. [color=007236]"Anything you'd like to say before Greenhouse sends you to bed?"[/color]

Blake was swaying unevenly like he was loaded on alcohol, and his eyes seemed to be unfocused, but clearly this 'Greenhouse' was not much of a fighter. He lifted both his palms uncertainly, muttered [color=CC5500]"go to hell,"[/color] and then unleashed a blast of fire directly at her with full-force, sending the old lady flying backwards at high speeds, her viny exoskeleton burnt to a crisp as she slammed into an apartment building, leaving a large crater in the wall. Again, hopefully nobody was in there. 

The old lady realized that she was screwed, and though she hated to leave her work behind, had no choice. The vines wrapped around her body retreated as the old lady did the classic move of [i]"running away at full speed."[/i] As she ran, all across the city, Ambleweeds began to wilt like they had just taken a load of pesticides and began to fall on their own accord, disintegrating rapidly. It seemed as though the fight was won on that regard.

Normally, Greenhouse would have been an easy target for Firebird to apprehend, especially with his solid range on his abilities and her slow running speed. Unfortunately, Firebird was starting to feel the effects of the needle that had managed to sneak its way into his neck. After swaying uncertainly a couple more times, Blake moaned before falling flat on his back, his eyes closed. He moaned as his world turned to black. 

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