The massive body of the giant Puki resembled a clumsy sandbag in the face of rage.
The figure enveloped in a ghostly blue flame tore open horrifying wounds on the fungal body with each flicker.
It was only supported by astonishing regenerative abilities that prevented it from being utterly destroyed in the first instance.
Consecutive heavy blows sent large chunks of the fungal flesh flying; Number Four Puki struggled to regenerate while taking hits. Its once formidable Puki-like appearance was no longer recognizable, leaving only a huge tangle of mycelium rolling awkwardly across the battlefield.
The scattered remnants of mycelium piled up around, exceeding the original size of the giant Puki.
Number Four Puki was filled with grievance.
It didn't understand.
For the first time, it possessed such a formidable power and faced a worthy opponent. The overlapping joys of these two experiences brought about even more joy.
