The streets of Pittsburg have been attacked by carnivorous plant creatures. Sidney Crosby and Phil Kessel of the Pittsburgh Penguins are hard pressed as they work against the ravenous flora. Phil weaves his powerful gut magic to burn through hundreds of the beasts with spouts of acid spew. Protecting the mage, Sid lashes out with bare feet, obliterating anything that gets too close with a tireless flurry of kicks.

Despite their power the Penguins are nearly over run. Suddenly a blob of mercury splashes into the mob of plant monsters. The liquid metal whips out to destroy dozens of the things at once then coalesces into Toronto Maple Leaf Tyler Bozak.

“Hey Phil.” Tyler greets his old friend. “Great game tonight.” Tyler makes his hands into whips and joins in Sids efforts clearing out the plants.

If the Penguins super star notices the help he makes no sign.

“Are you alone?” Phil asks between volcano burps.

In answer the horde of beasts is shattered with a meteoric force. Toronto Maple Leaf super star Auston Matthews wields his bastard sword like a hurricane landing in the centre of the mob.

Now the battle steps up in fury. Great monsters, taller than houses stride amongst their smaller kin. Hundreds, thousands of hungry fangs strive to rip the four hockey players apart. Phil and Tyler are stretched to the limits of their endurance. Auston and Sidney appear at complete ease surrounded by foes. Though opponents on the ice earlier this evening the two work together as if they had trained for battle side by side since birth.

Gradually the pressure recedes as the beasts withdraw, regrouping for another attack.

Phil leans against a wall gasping for breath. Tyler sits heavily on the street. Sid and Auston stare at each other. Finally Sidney breaks the silence.

“You didn’t play very bad tonight.”

“You kicked my sword.” Auston replies.

“No I didn’t.” Says Sidney.

The two lock eyes. Silence builds in the street. The encroaching plant monsters slowly slink away, recognizing powers beyond their means. The glass of nearby windows begins to crack under the building pressure. The pavement between the two men begins to buckle.

Thinking quickly Phil belches to cut the tension. “You guys got time for hotdog?” He asks.