"Tsk, it really doesn't pay to underestimate your opponent,"
Having just popped the champagne at half-time, the sister Alice was swept away by her own spell, causing Dorothy to slightly tilt her head as she turned her gaze towards the Succubus Witch.
There, amidst the dust settling from the bombardment of the Fireball Technique, and the pockmarked ground where not even ashes should have remained, stood a figure of broken and withered bones, still arrogantly upright.
The skeleton then moved, and streams of Holy Light began to seep out from the bones. This sacred-looking radiance shone onto the scant remaining flesh, which even emitted the aroma of roasted meat, and then the flesh that was well-done and charred began to regain its vitality and started to regenerate.
Muscles, blood vessels, fascia, fat... and finally, skin...
