There was a nasty<em>crunch</em>as Warlock's nose shattered, and the hapless spellslinger rocketed back, crashing straight through a window across the street.  (Apparently whatever shield he could muster without the staff wasn't very impressive.)<br/><br/>Sickly-looking flowers were sprouting from the tangled mess of vines, but the Spoiler was able to sidestep as the largest spewed some sort of greenish cloud.  With a sigh, Maple Master fell back into a fighting stance, thorny barbs sprouting from the backs of his gloved hands, although his gaze flicked irritably in Hellcat's direction as it became obvious she wasn't really helping.