Grunge threw back her head and spit brilliant green gas into the air. The planes above became consumed by bugs too small to see. They fell as lifeless husks into the snow, creaking and groaning a few times in final protest. "Yea, they'll be ticked later. You guys go, I'll take care of this place." Growling under her breath, Grunge moved her massive body over and closed her eyes, laying motionless in the snow. This tactic worked wonders when there were too many enemies to fight one by one.