[color=A8C3BC]”Come on, [i]bug boy,[/i] Desantis was hardly innocent.”[/color] 

Luckily for Sorrel, he knew exactly what King Stag was going to do. 

[color=A8C3BC]”You are [i]so[/i] damn lucky that I’m in a good mood today.”[/color]

The specter slid to the side as Cricket dashed towards him, hit the carapace monstrosity at the shoulder to redirect him, and then dropped down to the ground to grow a thorny, brambly blockade. 

[color=A8C3BC]”I love how predictable you are, my dear! I’ve got a message for your firefighter friends, if anything happens—“[/color] 

Gamma-Burn jumped up, propelled by a burst of radioactive energy. He landed on the side of a large tree, his knife digging into the bark and his boots catching on a knot of wood for balance. 

[color=A8C3BC]”This things grow back no matter what you throw at ‘em! Even fire, if that dumbass lady were to try it! Contain the blaze instead of watering it.”[/color] 

…. That was genuine advice, not threatening at all. He did want to say it! Sorrel knew that was important, because usually he saw firefighters actively putting out a blaze, but this jungle he made didn’t need the treatment and it would be better to contain the blaze and focus if the fire spread. No matter, though— the living ghost of earth turned its gaze, the signature green eye glowing through his goggles, straight to the journalist from chipotle. He already knew this idiot was there, and that this was [i]not[/i] a safe area by any means. 

So, Gamma-Burn jumped from his perch, grabbed the stupid fucking shrimp by his shirt collar, and sped off effortlessly through the thick forestry. Once he was at the clearing close to the roadside, he set the pink dumbass down. As if strawberry shortcake deserved his fucking grace— he still was kinda pissed at this dude. 

[color=A8C3BC]”Get [i]out[/i].”[/color]

Was that threatening enough?? Sorrel had to absolutely run, and didn’t want to be chased by a giant beetle AND an annoying reporter. He ran back into the cover of his food forest and hid away.