"Ughhh…." Malachi groaned as he picked himself up from another collapsing building…
"Damn… just what the hell is this thing made of!" He grumbled as he finally stood up..
His form was a sight to see..
His entire body looked hollowed out.
He looked a little breath away from collapsing.
With one arm reduced to nothing but a twig, half his head already collapsing inward, two nasty holes decorating his entire body.
With one in his chest, and another in his gut, he looked like it was taking all he had just to stand..
"Fuck…" following a brilliant flash of light, the golden halo materialized once more behind him, his form regaining itself once again..
"At this rate, I'm going to die if I don't do something soon." His expression turned grim..
It had been less than five minutes since the fight started, and since then, all he'd done was get beat up, destroyed, healed, then repeat..
