"Well... one way to find out."
Yuri carefully places her helmet back on and briskly marches over to the mass of dead flesh that used to be a violation of the laws of physics. Standing over it's belly, she slowly conjures another misericorde, taking her time to extend it's form into one reminiscent to that of a longsword. Normally, she would have cast the spell with far greater rapidity. However, seeing as First Order and therefore, by extension, Second Order magic was apparently weakened by this peculiar realm, and seeing as there was no real urgency, it seemed more favorable to approach the matter with meticulous care.
Activating her mechanical systems, Yuri plunges the weapon, point-first down into the creature's stomach. It slid in effortlessly, yet it was far from a clean cut. More accurately, it was about as far divorced from the very concept of a clean cut as practically possible. Before the blade had even penetrated more than five centimeters, the presence of Offensive Systems within it became evident. The incision seemed to expand with the near explosive rapidly that was more fitting for a bullet than a blade. Nerve cells disintegrated and muscles shattered, significantly increasing the proportions of the otherwise small wound.
With a muffled, near-inaudible grunt, she begins applying more force to the blade, horizontally this time, using the handle as a pivot point, seeking to cleave through aberration's stomach.
"Think we'll find any remains in this thing's stomach?"