"This is impossible..." Belladonna panted, her lungs burning, before she took another golden punch to the side of the head.
She staggered across the uneven golden terrain, her legs wobbling from the exhaustion, before that same terrain surged upwards to hit her again. She barely reacted, lifting her arm up and summoning her shield to block the uppercut, only for the coins beneath her feet to drag themselves out from underneath her.
Combine that with the force of the uppercut, and it was the perfect recipe for causing Belladonna to fall flat on her ass for about the sixteenth time in the last twenty minutes. It stopped being funny after the second time.
She groaned in pain and despair, as she spent a few seconds regaining on the ground. Her body was battered, beaten and bruised. Her healing was still running at its highest capacity, which had restored her arm to its former glory as it was bare and exposed to the elements as she had, once again, destroyed a part of her armour.
