Merse snorted. "That's very funny," she scoffed, as she stood up the gelatinous slime that covered her body, dripping onto the ground as she did so. "That's impossible."
"How are you still alive then?!" Drin asked, looking a bit panicked. "It's acid! You should be dead."
"Yeah, but..." Merse faltered, before she looked down on herself. She could still see the outline of her body through the slime, but it didn't seem to ever go away. Instead any of the slime that dripped off of her, seemed to just slither back into where her feet would be.
She swallowed, cringing when she felt a bit of the goo slide down her throat. She still felt somewhat human. So how...? "You're bullshitting me," she said to Drin, just before he poked a sword through her body.
Merse let out a shrill scream and stumbled back, ripping the sword out of Drin's grip, staying in her body. The sword began to smoke, before the hilt fell off, leaving the blade stuck in Morse's stomach.
She stopped screaming for a second, to realize that she wasn't in any pain. Rather, she felt as though she was actually gaining some energy, as the sword quickly disappeared in her body. "W-what?"
"See?" Drin said grimly. "I told you."
Merse's entire body seemed to droop, when she faced the reality of her situation. "What are we going to do...?"