Asura glanced back at Trent and scoffed. [color=red]"There's plenty of possible gods that possibly do something. But science is what rules our world. The laws of nature are just that and everything changes incredibly slowly. Thousands of years to change one aspect with plenty of mutations along the way."[/color] He stated. What? He listened to podcasts sometimes!

The boy got confused with computerized. Shit...how best to explain it. [color=red]"You got talking automatons?"[/color] He asked, he sucked at impressions, maybe Ardur could do it? Either way it was fight time. Talkie time could come later on. The blackened slime didn't take the damage very well, it probably didn't get attacked a lot so its defenses were probably low.

But still, that burning sensation when he had stabbed it. Its digestive acid was pretty damn strong, and it was trying to keep him at bay while trying to pull itself back together. A quick movement and he engulfed the flying bile, pulling it into his own 'stomach' juices as he zipped towards the Necro-Slime. Trying to devour or eat the rank liquid. He shouldn't be trying to take damage and make new skills, but it might help later on.

Ardur cast Protection on him, meaning he could take a hit or two, but did Protection cover acidic attacks? Or just melee? He'd ask later on. The others were handling their enemies well enough, Steve and Trent were keeping the bigger skeleton locked down. Mother Slime...well that skele-blin literally had no chance against her.

A pseudopod whipped up, turning into a large jagged blade that he brought down on the black slime. Then began the sawing, he was treating the slime like a loaf of bread while his limb was the tearing bread knife.