It was only with great reluctance that Steve released her.
With the alarms going off and what looked like guards starting to pour in from further down, they didn't have much time.
"Stand back. I need a little room."
He concentrated, and began to grow. It hurt like hell, as evidenced by the grimace on his face, the fact that his feet nearly slipped out from under him, but soon there was no would be swashbuckler that had come to save Anya, but a walking, talking, Goliath.
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