Tristan simply smirked at the obviously quite deluded young mans attempts at defeated  him. "Yeah..no" he chuckled to said teen, shaking his head briefly as he seemed to slowly slid his arms upwards, vines, nettles and all sorts of other sticky plantlife began to slip from the ground beneath, his eyes widening furiously at the intense power bursting from him. Suddenly, the vines multiplied, vines from from vines, sprouts from sprouts and so on, until basically everything in the entire room was strapped down so tight that no amount of manipulation on Snipers part was going to get it to move.<br/><br/>Then, after the entire room was strapped down, safe from the mutants manipulative touch, Tristan would wave his hand up in the air and suddenly slide back down into the ground, eight clones created from the plants themselves and combined with specialised toxins which released into the air upon defeat appeared in his place. They slowly began to circle around, before moving in towards Sniper, trapping him in one place. Each spoke as one, the voice appearing form nowhere at all, yet resonating through Snipers mind "Heh. You can't beat me, fool. It's impossible for somebody like you to beat me. Calm down, there's no reason to attack us..drop your weapons..or I'll have to kill you. Please..just stop"