These sprig-heads in Dayspring have no idea what fury Albert Riches is about to unleash on them.
Huntress thinks she's getting over on us, teaming up with snake-women and bull-men, but when you're all human, you learn to live by your wits, and I'll bet my survivalist soul on being harder, scrappier, and a good bit smarter than a bunch of juiced up weeds!
If they're borrowing from mythology, I think I'll remind them what mankind's famous for... we make FIRE.