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"Thanks." She charges at me, sword in hand.

I got one shot, I throw my minotaur potion into the cauldron, and run behind it for cover. As expected when Elizabeth isn't fresh off of squeezing a few eggs out her cunt, she's faster than you'd expect a person in armor to be. She closes the distance into my camp in a jiff, and slices at me from over the cauldron of burbling pink goo.

I channel the darkness in the cauldron into the potion, and pluck the elixir out of the drink while I still have a throat capable of swallowing.

She jumps on top of the cauldron , straddling it like a hero. She takes her sword and makes a stabbing motion at me, and yup! Despite my best try to wheel backwards away from her her sword pierces my shoulder and retracts in the blink of an eye.

"Aargh!" I cry, and land against the new wall Cyrus had put up. I can't lift my left arm up now without an exquisite brand of pain blanking my mind. That one shot's rapidly slipping through my fingers.

I know Celeste the great and terrible alchemist had given me a challenge when it came to this potion, but hey, it wasn't going to do me any good dead! I popped the cap and chugged the whole thing down.

My body's reaction to the formula was blessedly fast.

See I have this idea that combining the mutation effect from the cauldron with the strength potion will...

Ah fuck!

I fall to my knees, all my muscles are quivering, convulsing. Burning. Mass is being added to my frame, my muscles are doubling, tripping. My hands crack and pop, as they increase in size too, my homeless robes also so loose are now getting tight against my body. Looking through the pain I see Elizabeth has stopped in her ****, too morbidly fascinated by what she's seeing to charge forward.

It's very polite of her.

It's all over after a few seconds, my total transformation into a hulking pile of muscles. The muscles in my leg and shoulder are still injured, but they're crowded out by new more impressive growth. I pull myself to a standing position, "Okay." I say slowly, not entirely used to the thick muscles in my new, or how low my voice it. "Let's have us a fight."

To her credit, she's not the least be intimidated. She gives a battle cry and jumps from the cauldron over to me, swinging her sword down on me as she comes.

I'm able to aim a very nice shot into her stomach before she can swing the blade down on me, there's this satisfying 'crink' as the metal of her armor bends, and she is sent flying back, over the cauldron and into the dirt around my camp.

I look a my hand, very impressed with the results of the potion. That was a fully grown woman in armor, and I'd batted her away like I was playing badmitten. That Dungeon is as good as mine!

I hear grunting, and see that she's crawling to her feet. "Not bad, nerd." Her smile gleams in the moon light, she's so crazy! I see blood dripping down the side of her armor, but… she straightens up and doesn’t appear to be bothered by it at all.

Now it's my time to roar as I rush forward, my body feels sluggish, but so powerful. I see as I come in, she's lost her sword. All she can do is hold up her fists in a defensive stance as I...

"Ugh!" I **** as her fist shoots out and hits me right in my gut. Even with my increased bulk, it's a teeth rattling hit. I raise my arm up to swipe at her and. "Hurk!" Another punch to my stomach, and I almost threw up the potion. "Agh!" Another hit, I stumble back my massive and clumbsy frame flailing trying to get a swipe at her. I come close, but she cooly swipes my meaty hand aside, and then lifts her fist into the join of my arm, blinding me with pain.

Her eyes are crazed, manic, filled with joy. She's doing what she loves, killing monsters. She's too fast, she's too skilled. I'm stronger sure, but it's not doing me any good. In this form my arms are too long, too slow. She's inside my reach, and each stike against me feels like I'm taking a cannon ball. I'm not even sure it matters that I'm stronger than her, she's strong enough. Stronger than any human.

It was just bad luck this woman ever came into my life.

"Yah!" She screams and punches me again, this time pushing me into the cauldron, I feel it slosh behind me. Still fill with the lust potion.

By Bellowyn that's it.

It's just like Celeste said, if an alchemist is in a fight they've already lost. It didn't matter how much I juiced, I was never going to beat a monster slayer in a straight up fight.

Before my ribs are complete jelly, I whip around, grab the cauldron in both of my massive fists, tank another devastating punch to my back, and bring the whole thing down on top of her, like I'm trapping a fly under a cup.