thewizardguy said
As, with a soft thump, the fleshy body fell to the floor, suddenly Mithias finds the hand once more clasped into his own. Looking back, he could see the stump of a neck where it's head had once been, and yet, despite lacking what in any other humanoid would have been a critical point of it's anatomy, it seemed not to care. Furthermore, not only did it not bleed, but when you look at it, the stump seems to be solid. It's as if it has no inner organs or bone structure. Small holes seem to open and close in the creature's surface, like gaping mouths, as a second blow rocks the side of your face, once more blasting you into the hard, unforgiven wall of the structure. Had you not been able to regenerate from almost any damage, these blows would pose quite a threat. As you recover from the unexpected attack, the homonculus reaches down, picking up the featureless head, and attaches it once more to it's neck. There's a sickening squelch, and it moves around it's neck in ways impossible for any creature with bones. To all appearances, it's neck is once more attached to it's head, as if the cut had never occurred. It does the same with the hand, not seeming to bother putting up any kind of defense besides blocking the entryway. To all appearances, not only did it lack any form of self preservation instinct, but it would be quite a lot harder to kill than you had originally thought.
Mithias scratched the back of his head. "How many of these things does she have?!" He wasn't looking forward to having to work to kill one, let alone a ship full. He faced the creature, noting the holes in its skin that seem to be breathing, or eating. "Alright, Tsukune. We can't turn ourselves into anything right? Let's try a liquid. This is going to be so weird." Preparing himself, Mithias ran at the creature, giving himself sufficient momentum. Just as the creature batted at him with a backhand that would have cast him across the room, Mithias splashed into water, drenching the creature.
"Let's try a vapor." A voice spoke to him.
As the liquid Mithias began to collect his way into all the mouths on the homunculus, the parts of him that were on the floor vaporized into a warm mist, the particles of which also sought their way inside the homunculus.
Filling all the holes and whatever inner respiratory or circulatory system the thing had, Mithias was in a position to shut it down. "And now, a solid." He thought to himself, hardening into clay. The cells of the creature would be starved for oxygen and energy, and would quickly die, allowing Mithias to recollect himself and leave its husk behind.
