"I never figured that composed faerie lady was wild enough to bite you all over like that... " The orc woman rolls over and pushes up to her feet, the grass tarp falling away. Beneath, you see that she's no longer wearing her specially crafted gloves, though she does have a new ring tattooed on her right arm. "And for natural strength, I had to give up "unnatural" strength.... They melted my gloves and turned 'em into a tattoo ring... Hurt like hell."<br/><br/>She shrugs and flexes, grinning.<br/><br/>"Could be worse, that's for sure..."