Seven tumor bombs whipped through the air, tracking her movements. Revia knew no rest. They were on her no matter which direction she chose to run. She even slipped through the slimmest, narrowest cracks in the damaged, crumbling underground levels of the Purity headquarters, but they shrank and expanded as needed. They throbbed tauntingly, swelling with grotesque flesh and ooze that promised to singe her at the very least.
This was how Mercella, the Second-ranked Paladin Champion had fought indeed. Even if her body was now a simple husk – a bloody skeleton adorned in armor – her fighting style remained the same. She had always enjoyed burdening her opponents with a battle on two fronts – one from the tracking tumors, which she found easiest to construct with plagues, and the other with her own body.