"This doesn't remind me of the 'Evil Dead' movie at all.  This won't give me nightmares and severe paranoia for weeks to come.  Nope, I'll be juuust<span style="font-style: italic">fine</span>!" Nova's voice dripped with venomous sarcasm as he followed Lenger and Zaana further into the forest.  Before they had left, Nova had grabbed a spray-can of herbicides from the pet store as a precaution (and last resort in case the plants tried to start a revolt).  Now that he knew that the entire damn forest was alive, the can of weed-killer in his hand (and any other kind of weapon, for that matter)<span style="font-style: italic">probably</span>wouldn't have very much effect.<br/><br/>That is, of course, unless the black dragon set the forest on fire with everyone in it.  Because that wouldn't end badly at all.  Nope.