FYOP/Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0107
Just as the witch is about to pounce, you hurl the fluid reservoir – it strikes her and ruptures, dousing the witch in white fluid.
A sizzling noise permeates the air as steam rises from the witch. She stares down at herself in disbelief, her synthetic flesh running off of her in syrupy rivers of green, offering faint glimpses of her grey robotic endolayer beneath.
“I’m <bzzzzt> melting!” she screeches in a digitized voice, and Skena draws back her blade, swinging it in a clean arc, neatly separating the witch’s head from her shoulders. The witch’s gloved hands swipe aimlessly at the absence of her head before she collapses into a steaming, bubbling heap.
Skena watches the pile of black lace and bubbling green synth skin, then glances up at your approach.