“All good.” Once she dropped the weights, he looked over at her barbell. She was lifting a good 10% more than she was yesterday.
How?
Not receiving an answer, he probed again, “Sooo, how are you increasing your strength like that? Did you get the wrong skill?”
That got a laugh out of her. “No, not at all. I’m blood doping.”
Seeing his look of bewilderment, she elaborated, “I’m using [Create Blood] to give myself a blood transfusion. Increasing my red blood cell count, in turn, increases my oxygen capacity, which lets me push my muscles a little harder.”
“You aren't gonna pop, are you? I don't want to clean up a burst blood balloon.”
“Pshhh. No. If it gets to be too much, I can either drain it with a cut or burn my bloodline to get rid of some of the created blood. It's one hell of a
