The ruins echoed with the clang of steel as you parried a blow from Arlecchino's spear. Her outfit, once a symbol of her grace, strained uncomfortably against her noticeably fuller figure.

"Don't think you have the upper hand, you.. huff.. you ant!" she wheezed, the exertion evident in her voice. "My power is only.. just growing!"

Despite her words, a tremor ran through her body. She looked like she was about to burst..