Being from a rural province of the Empire, you're not unfamiliar with those peoples who owe as much to their ancestry to the beasts of the forest as they do to mankind. Such people are good natured but shy around strangers, and tend to be rather meek in the company of true humans.
There is nothing meek about the woman you see before you. You're not a small woman yourelf, standing five and three quarters feet tall, but this woman is easily a foot taller than you, and every inch of her is solid muscle. She is still feminine in appearance, but there is more of Minerva to her than Venus.
Like you, she is fair skinned and blonde, marking her as a daughter of the north. She looks generally human, but the set and firmness of her jaw, her amber eyes, and other subtle features mark her as one of the beast people.
At present, she is surrounded by a group of devotees to the gladiatorial games, who seem to have taken exception to the woman leaving the games. She is trying to push trough the small crowd, but to no avail. They seem determined to harass her and block her way.
You are about to walk over and assist her when it happens. In the blink of an eye, she transforms into a bear. And not any bear you've ever seen. She is a white furred bear, easily eight feet tall on her hind legs, and weighing more than five hundred pounds.
As the transformed warrior begins mauling her tormentors, you
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