Masks 2

Well that had been horrible. Not quite the worst death she'd barely avoided, but up there.

She'd been screaming of course, confused and horrified as the unpleasant of being digested had suddenly turned into multiple impalements in the dark and then, there was a feeling of indescribable horrible pain that quickly eased as her body went from mush somehow pulling itself together to a mostly human shape. Thank god for that dose of healing skipping over that "barely-not-dead-lumps-of-pain-feeling-meet" to "just mostly fucked up but getting better" stage.

Pushing up and blinking at the Doctor running about. Was that Dr Emily? She recognised the wings, Dr Emily had always been a pretty popular claim on the RP forums.

There was some adjustment of her gear, feeling a little... Well, the amazonian armor was still working thankfully, strands of her garb restitching as her clothing fixed itself too. That had been awful, raising a hand absently as her spear returned.

Magic items were the best. "Thanks Doc." She sort of mumbled blearily, still a little groggy as she looked about, seeing bits of Kaiju around, and then limping on a bit to help support those keeping off the mutants whilst the healer healed.