Well, at least that didn't hurt.
Blaze thought, staring at his digit-less stump of a hand.
The spear didn't burn Blaze, it exploded in his hand.
He got flung away with extreme force. His tendrils wrapped themselves around him to protect him. However, they were a tad bit late to protect his hand.
Blaze's body smashed into the crater wall, and his body shape got imprinted in it. Dust and debris rained over him, but apart from his missing right wrist, he didn't feel any pain.
The missing fingers didn't worry him. He could always regenerate it from corpse consumption. A tendril shot towards a sprinter's corpse and began feeding its body mass to Blaze.
…that's odd.
Back when he sliced his calf, the tendrils quickly regenerated it. However, this time was different. Blaze fed on an entire corpse, but his hand remained charred.
He sent a tendril to another corpse. Yet, the result remained unchanged.
