Herbalists' Cache i've got a taste for blood

He listens intently when Firestorm starts to speak, surprised by his words. Doubt lingers at the back of his mind, but the words still inspire some confidence. I have the advantage, he tells himself in the moment before his companion lunges. He steps back quickly, barely managing to avoid the nip. He mirrors the action without thinking as Firestorm moves away, taking the lesson to heart immediately.