"No, we are not. She's Moira Sokolov. Her mom made the Amazing Association. She's having fun though. Might as well play along."

...What's Moira doing while they chat anyway? Nick tries not to lose sight of her.

She's just floating above them. Smiling. 

Why, is that bird song in the distance?

"Can you throw lots of dirt and dust in the air? Confusion to our enemies. Enemy."

"I'll try," he says nervously, not taking her eyes off Moira. 

A thicket of weeds burst from the ground all at once, the force of their unnatural sending much dirt into the air. 

And then the birds arrive to aid their queen.

He was expecting this. That's what the dog tail transformation was for.

He howls. It should be terrifying beyond reason to most animals.

And then under cover of the flying dirt twists around behind Moira and punches again.

The birds retreat! 

"Traitors!" Moira cries after them, which distracts her long enough for Nick to land a decent hit.

"Strike from the shadows with the help of my ally! Know the enemy and know yourself and then you will have victory!" Another punch! (He's gloating, pushing too aggressively.)

Moira then proceeds to dump a large amount of KE into the air. Or in other words, lots of wind.

This sends Nick flying. The wings don't help. He whacks into one of Overgrowth's trees pretty hard.

Overgrowth rushes to his side. "Ceasefire, ceasefire!"

Moira rolls her eyes. "Don't be a sook."

"I'll be fine. Just. Ow. That was three and a half wings."

"Do you concede?"

"Fine, fine. You win even past my best tricks. I can't repel firepower of that magnitude! Your power level is over nine thousand!"

"Good fight!"

"It was!" Wince. "Now leave us alone please?"

"Don't you want your runner up prize?"

"Well, duh, I won't turn down a prize. I wasn't going to ask for it though. We lost."

She speeds off, returning a few moments later with a small but heavy bag of food.

Nick sketches a little bow. He tosses the beets back to Overgrowth. "Fifty-fifty?"

"Sure. Beets only take a few minutes, really."

"Ah, so it's the principle of the thing. Well, I think I might be able to arrange positive sum transactions exchanging vegetable matter for consumer goods with interested parties." The haughty voice drops at the end of that sentence. "Selling your veggies and bringing back stuff, that is. I'd need to look around and talk to people some, first, but if that's something you could be interested in..."

He shrugs. "I could come with you. Two is safer than one out here."

"And prolonged proximity increases the chance of you fighting! Yay!"