Now Cynder battles Swamp Thing. Let's see how this goes.
Swamp Thing: The Parliament of Trees has spoken.
Cynder: Great. Now even plants hate me.
Swamp Thing: Then surrender to me.
Cynder: Great, the walking salad-man.
Swamp Thing: Do not mock the Green.
Cynder: I really shouldn't have said that.
Swamp Thing: I am not your friend, Cynder.
Cynder: I only ask for a chance, Swamp Thing.
Swamp Thing: You have not yet earned my trust.
Cynder: How on earth did you survive literal hellfire?
Swamp Thing: The Green always finds a way.
Cynder: You'd think that way wouldn't be so self-destructive.
Swamp Thing: Why have you come here?
Cynder: Truth be told, I don't know how I got here.
Swamp Thing: This will be interesting.
Cynder: Don't get in my way, Swamp Thing.
Swamp Thing: My strength is root and stem.
Cynder: As is my determination.
Swamp Thing: Your world is angry with you.
Cynder: How can you see into my world?!
Swamp Thing: The Green will humble you.
Cynder: Why did you gag Spyro with vines again?
Swamp Thing: Fire is no friend of mine.
Cynder: Didn't fire play a role in creating you?
Swamp Thing: There is no need for violence.
Cynder: Then why are you trying to kill me?!
Swamp Thing: The Parliament requires it.
Cynder: Don't hold back, Swamp Thing.
Swamp Thing: The Green sees through your demeanor.
Cynder: How?! It's a bunch of plants!
And Swamp Thing has just left the arena. You all know who's next though, since Brainiac is absolute last. Someone I've been looking forward to for ages. He is entropy, he is death, he is…
