"And I tried to negotiate with them too. I'm a negotiatey kind of person. Deal with it."

"Your power doesn't seem negotiatey."

He says in a fake-sweet voice, "Oh but I always wanted to run a store!"

"But you have lizard claws. Therefore it is your job to lizard claw people."

"I say! You cast asperations on my character!" He contorts and stretches in faked pain.

Disguising another transformation.

"Don't try that on me!"

He tries that on her.

The pair of wings that shred his shirt are different than before! Feathery! He twists into the air, doing something strange to space, and tries to punch Moira.

He is attack hugged! "Birdy boy!"

He twists out of the hug and starts falling back down. It's like for an instant there's twice as much room. "Be punched dangit! I practiced that!"

Overgrowth catches him with a tree that's suddenly there. "I'm gonna side with you, I think. You seem more sane."

The branches tangle his wings. "Oof! Agh. Great. I can give you a little bit of my powers. Want some temporary cat ears? Give you reflexes."

"...Does it hurt?"

"Not as bad as wings."

He untangles himself from branches and clumsily uses those wings to land just slightly less hard than a straight fall. "Like getting punched hard. But it goes away quick."

He nods, eyes screwed shut.

Touch. It hurts. But it's over in one second.

Nick has cat ears too, and a dog tail sticking out of the rags serving as pants. Kind of a hodgepodge mess when you add in the claws and wings. "Let's do this! You're defense I'm offense!"

"Right!" 

Long spindly trees reach out from the soil, their branches reaching out at the girl like witch's fingers.

Which she dodges with blinding speed. "Hey, he's our nemesis!" she shouts, pointing at Overgrowth.

Space twists as Nick tries to punch at where Moira is going as soon as she starts moving. "Enemy of my enemy is my ally for now!"

His fist makes his target, though she dissipates most of the impact. "And I'm your stalwart ally!"

"You're the fickle troublemaking antihero ally! Not the pure of heart one!"

He actually flies, straining with the effort, back towards the thicket of trees. Hoping that Overgrowth will defend him.

He erects a sort of protective cage for him, like what they use for shark encounters.

"Thanks." He talks to Overgrowth in a voice quiet enough Moira should have trouble hearing. "I can only do the warpy thing like once or twice a minute. Hit and block. It's worked once! She's a tough one though!"

"I can't tell if she hates you or likes you."

"She probably won't hurt us much when she wins. Especially if we put up a fun fight."

"...You don't think we're gonna win, do you?"