He wasn't sure how he should deliver the trees. He MOVED. He ran to the side, to get far enough away from other people that no one got crushed, then he went Dragon.

As he exploded into his new mass he crushed a few turrets. He didn't fully mourn the lack. Being in dragon form had him a little too close to the anger, to the mindlessness.

But he had a task. Eyes liquid orange, he took wing, grabbing another turret in his talons as he went, flying towards the woodlands.