Yes, and changed.

"By Set, what the hell is this!" Sonja awakens to a familiar, but most unwelcomed voice. "Why is the Hyrkanian bitch still alive? And where is the fluid for my elixir?!"

Thoth-Amon's angry screeches forces the still fogged Sonja to struggle to her feet.

"What have you done to yourself?" The Stygian sorcerer barks at the awakening Sonja. "Who has changed you?!"

As her head clears the she-bandit's eyes first focus on her naked body. Her pain is gone, her ankle is healed and the wizard is right, she has changed. Sonja's muscles are now more defined and toned, yet her feminine curves are even greater and more voluptuous; with wider hips, more shape to her firm ass and her breasts have clearly grown larger into ample orbs that would make even the most famed Corinthian whore jealous. Her skin is also without blemish or defect and even her hair is a brighter shade of crimson. The pit itself seems slightly smaller, as the brigand realizes she is now a few inches taller.

"You have stolen my blessing!" Thoth-Amon's voice cracks with madness and rage. "Tell me cunt, how have you done this!"

"By Scáthach!" Sonja yells with battle-lust and leaps at the sorcerer. To the surprise of both the Stygian and the she-bandit, her hands easily reach the edge of the pit and with one powerful, panther like spring, pulls herself out of the hole.

"Wait! No! Stay . . ." The shocked sorcerer's words are cut short by Sonja's clenched fist landing squarely in his mouth. Teeth and blood explode from the **** of the strike causing the wizard to be sent tumbling backwards to the ground.

"Guards, kill her!" Thoth-Amon gurgles as he painfully spits out his word.

Sonja spins as she sees six of the bewitch green-eyed mercenaries storm towards her with weapons drawn. Without time to think, the crimson haired warrior effortlessly dodges the first downward strike while slamming her elbow into her assailant's noise. Grabbing the staggered brute's sword, Sonja with one fluid motion rams the blade backward deep into the next attacker's chest. Though the strike would kill any normal man, the corrupted guard continues his attack. Before its weapon can hit, however, Sonja withdraws her blade and with one spin, slices the heads of the guard in front of her and the one behind her, clean off. For the brief moment it takes the headless corpses to collapse to the floor Sonja's eyes go wide in amazement, for she is moving with speed and power that not even the bandit-lord could match.

A grim smile overcomes the Hyrkanian as she scoops up a second sword for her off hand and wades into the other four guards. The dance of **** lasts only a few seconds, with the she-devil carving up her prey with cold efficiency.

With all six attackers dispatched the victorious Sonja looks about for the sorcerer, who as apparently fled the chamber. The only exit has a trail of blood going through an open door. Gripping both blades with the skill of a master Sonja gives chase and shouts, "Prepare for hell, Stygian worm!"