The Hateful Inferno (Muscle Growth)

"...back to normal. Hello there little one. I. Am. Wrath."

Eve considered herself a brave person, but the woman in front of her was truly terrifying. 12 feet in height and with blood red skin, Wrath could make even the toughest of fighters quiver in fear. Every inch of Wrath was bulging with muscle. Arms and legs thicker then tree-trunks, biceps that could put a wrecking ball to shame, well-defined six-pack abs, and shoulders wider then most door frames. And yet, she still possessed a large bosom and wide hips. Eve could see she had bear claws. Behind her was some sort of hellish shark floating in mid-air.

The monstrous woman leaned down to look at Eve. The trembling Eve saw that Wrath had bear ears, sharp fangs, and blood red eyes.

But the most striking feature was her hair. Instead of normal hair, Wrath's head was an inferno. Orange and yellow flames danced atop her scalp, and Wrath barely seemed to notice.

"So, you're my anchor, huh?" Wrath asked, unimpressed. "Pathetic. You look like you'd snap like a damn twig in a gentle breeze."

"W-what do you want, c-creature?" Eve asked, voice trembling in terror.

"...really? You can't even speak without quaking in fear." Wrath asked. "If the rest of humanity is like you, then wrecking this shit-hole of a planet will be easier then I thought. Alright, tiny. We're gonna tear shit up!" On that, Eve saw Wrath's fist slam the ground.

"Eve? Are you alright?" Beckham asked, concerned.

Eve blinked and looked at the park. "Yes, I'm fine." She replied.

Though as Eve watched everyone enjoy the day, she felt something. She felt...