"Oh, right, and what's your offer?  You're just going to hire me in front of half the city and still keep me out of jail --"<br/><br/>A sweep of Maple Master's arm sent a barrage of long, wicked-looking thorns to interrupt the discussion.  Hellcat awkwardly stumbled back a couple of steps, her aura of flame coming alight reflexively, and the Spoiler found it quite easy to avoid the attack as well.  "I cannot," the Canadian villain remarked dryly, "imagine a single cogent reason to let this nonsense continue."<br/><br/>A rumbling sound grew as the vines damaging the pavement grew closer and closer to the Spoiler's shiny new headquarters.  Above, the swirling wind was resolving itself into half a dozen semi-translucent figures -- probably some sort of air elementals, although the Spoiler wasn't versed well enough in the subject matter to guess at any specific details.<br/><br/>"You're going<em>down</em>, man!" Warlock whooped, hovering closer.  Despite Hellcat's obvious hesitation, the villains moved to attack.