The pulse fire spits off onto the ground, striking the pool every so often and he shrieks at the pain. It burns through him, yes, but it's not enough to do significant damage as 76 had done before. He's still able to get through the bulk of the regeneration, which is the sickly pale face. His mask floats up with the quickly solidifying black ooze as it coils rapidly into a bunch of muscles.

He lurches to the side, the pain going through his leg as a stray pulse-fire shoots through his calf. It avoids hitting anything major, nothing he can't regenerate from slowly over time while he's wraithing about. He'd thank Sombra if he could, though that hardly spares her from his hunger.