The senior clearly still had ideas and resolve, just not much of either.
She was indeed Second Order, but her excessively chaotic state had clearly taken a heavy toll on Goto Hi's abilities.
After her sneaky attempt to guide me was interrupted, she decisively chose to overpower me with brute force and wear me down.
That tongue, too fast to dodge, combined with her ability to transfer damage, really was well suited to the task.
Unfortunately, before settling on her strategy, Goto Hi couldn't have known that her health bar was no match for Fu Qian's, and her armor was utterly worthless.
As for Fu Qian, her choice could not have been more cooperative.
Not only did she try to outlast him, she even helpfully positioned herself so he could deal maximum damage.
At that very moment, the damage she'd taken had left the frog's flesh nearly reduced to mush.
This battle of the underdog had ended with astonishing speed.
Now, only the uniquely shaped skeleton remained standing, more or less intact.
That would get at least an A in anatomy class, wouldn't it?
As the thought crossed his mind, Fu Qian stepped forward and picked up the eyeball still rolling on the ground.
It had fallen from the frog's "back," not from the face that belonged to Vivian, but from higher up, near the top of its head.
Despite its perfectly ordinary location, it still didn't look much like a frog's eye to Fu Qian.
Nor had the surging tide of wounds managed to eat away at it.
Compared to the rest of the body, it seemed to have more independence.
In fact, that wasn't good news.
The thing most likely to retain a fragment of Vivian's will had still been treated as a soul vessel for making an