"You'd have a fun time explaining that one, let alone catching up with me," Rafe laughed, shakily. She mopped the sweat from her forehead, suppressing a groan at the soreness in her arms and legs. She was going to pay for that little display later. "I don't just get super strong, I'm super fast too. And super durable.
"And you're one to talk. You got a sword that cuts into the psyche and you're a walking lie detector. What I've got seems much more normal in comparison."