"What the hell is this Puki teleportation technology, it's really unreliable!" Elvyn grumbled as he leaned against the corner, carefully mending his rear with a fragment of the Broken Sword.
Something went wrong during the teleportation. He remembered that after the light flashed, there was suddenly nothing beneath him, and his rear and both legs were gone, causing him to crash directly onto the Fungal Mat.
Of the four swords on his back, two were also snapped into two pieces.
It wasn't like teleportation; more like some kind of dismemberment trap.
Additionally, Puki's body has a life force that's too tenacious, which isn't always a good thing.
Once sliced and pieced back together, even if it's misaligned, it can still be reluctantly used.
He remembered the cannon fodder Puki he had seen fighting against the Empire before; many of them were of this stitched abstract art style.
