Ririko tested her new body.
"She" swung an arm.
The force of her punch tore through the air with a whoosh, more than three times faster than her original body, with the power of an iron hammer swung in a full arc.
"She" drew the Golden Greatsword from behind her waist.
The blade was longer than her forearm and gleamed with a cold golden light. Dark gray nonslip cloth wrapped the grip, its feel beneath her fingers as familiar as shaking hands with an old friend.
"She" casually swung it forward. The gust from the blade swept past, cleanly severing three trees as thick as bowl rims in front of her. Their cut surfaces were as smooth as if a laser had sliced through them.
The fallen trunks crashed to the ground, startling a flock of birds in the woods.
"She" lowered her head and checked the equipment on her body.
Miniature Breaching Charges, a submachine gun, a dagger, and a row of Tactical Throwing Knives at her waist.
As "she" touched each weapon, her movements were so fluid that she barely needed to think.
Ririko drew a breath.
This body was a born "fighting machine." Now she felt immense power coursing through her, every cell clamoring, Go find someone to beat up.
The corners of "her" mouth lifted beneath the mask.
Then a countdown appeared in the system:
[Body fusion: 55 minutes 34 seconds remaining]
Ririko quickly scanned the rules displayed on the Holographic Panel:
During fusion, both parties shared physical capabilities and skills. When the countdown reached zero, they would return to their respective bodies, and their consciousnesses would return to their original positions.
In other words, in fifty-five minutes, Deathstroke would get this body back, and then another round of their fight to the death