The smell and cold was unsettling. This old and thankfully abandoned church on the edge of the city had gotten reports of an incredibly unpredictable and fast spreading fungal growth, one of which the general emergency services failed to contain. The only information they had gathered was its weakness towards fire.

And so they got a hero into play. Hotguy, or Scar. A man of incredible accuracy and endurance. The hero had a mask over his mouth and nose to hopefully deter any airborne spores as he entered the large building, its interior practically lathered in a purple-grey mycelium infection. Too much for just one man.

Scar put two fingers to his ear, pressing a button on his communication device,

“HQ? I.. might need some help clearing this out. Please send someone over.”