Popo blinked as she was taken by the sudden barrage. The blasts ramming into her, she let out a cry as an small explosion of dark matter radiated from her body - evaporating the bear in it. Leaving a shroud of the left-over energies left, she appeared face-down, half of her arm torn off.
Kaliv smirked, seathing his blade. That was easier than I th-
The corpse groaned in mild annoyance.
Popo stood up, swaying - half her face was torn off, and her arm had been destroyed by the explosion - her cloak torn off. She was standing now in her undergarments. A simple pair of silken panties and a similar bra covering her modesty. Tattoes lined her entire body, and they suddenly glowed. Kaliv's jaw dropped open as the arm and face grew back at a massive rate. Soon she was standing, fully regenerated. Sniggering.
"Is that all you've got?" She inquired, before setting off at a massive speed at the Necromancer, bareley traceable by the human eye as she made an attempt to ram her fist into his stomach.
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