Moldpatch grabs a ‘grenade’ and throws it right at Apex, concentrating on excluding her from it’s effect. The dome of dust blooms as he grows to his full size.  He roars wordlessly, attempting to sound like he is enraged.<br/><br/>Roughly half the combatants drop and the rest are sneezing.  Sadly most of flash mob seems to still be up.<br/><br/>"I hope that helps Apex" Moldpatch thinks as he fight to keep from grinning at his success.