"Pfft. My people are a little small for this place." He retorted. But then she leaped out for the pedestal like a moth drawn to flame. He reached out and protested as a knee jerk reaction, but he knew such gestures would fall on deaf ears.<br/><br/>The star ruby at the tip of the sword's pommel shined brightly as Lea drew the blade. Once fully drawn, pillar of light erupted from it and consumed Lea, Gale and the room they were in. It was certainly brilliant and consuming, but not bright. In it, the image of a woman appeared before Lea. Easily as tall as the room would allow, roughly nine feet tall, with features that seemed to defy reality. Her hair shone in all the colors of the rainbow, constantly changing as the colors seemed to cascade down her locks in sequence. Her eyes seemed to mimic the same quality. Her other facial features seemed perfect, the distance and sizes all suggesting beauty and sensuality. Full, puffy lips parted momentarily as she glanced downward, the right of them curling as she focused on the woman below. Trying to assign her breasts a size was an act of futility. It was uncertain how many times she'd gone through the alphabet, looking to be capable of containing several fully-grown people. They rounded out, full and perky despite their girth. Huge nipples pointed accusingly at Lea through some metallic bustier. Even with adamantine support, one would guess her spine needed to be made of the same material to stand without toppling over. To assist with this, wide hips that appeared capable of bearing a small colony flared from an impossibly thin waist. She stooped low, the inadequate support creaking in protest as it displayed enough cleavage to hide a minotaur in. "You're not quite what I expected." The woman finally said.