"OH HO HO, a tug-of-war is it?! I'll have you know that my tug is second to none! Adult and child alike tell tales of my tug! HOWEVER," Gorf flexed his biceps with his free arm, then withdrew a small vial from a pouch on his side. Its cherry red contents pulsed with a faint light. "Whole empires know me for my toss! Gorf the Troll Tosser they call me!"

Gorf then wrenched the stopper out of the glass vial with his teeth and spat it out onto the dirt beneath. "And now I'll show you why!" His face had lit up with a devilish grin that glowed much brighter than the potion he held, but that didn't seem all too befitting of a hero. With a single, unceremonious gulp he drained the potion and through the empty vial to the ground at his side. However many things he was supposedly known for, "environmental conscientiousness" did not seem to number among them.

"NOW, FEEL TRUE FEAR!!! GAHAHAHAAAAAAAARGGHHGDJKNWOUZJPH"

Gorf's grin had gone and gave ground to a great grimace. His teeth began to chatter! His eyes bulged out momentarily! His muscles bulged out not-so-momentarily! At that very moment he was undergoing a metamorphosis. He was being remade! Harder, better, faster, strong! But it was very painful. His very veins were on fire! Ouch! Eek! His bones hardened and grew! Growing pains! Oof! Ack! His muscles stretched and contorted to accommodate! Ugah! Ooah! Was this all really worth a +6 Str bonus!? AGH! KYAA!

No doubt he must have thought so. That same malevolent grin had ascended once more to its rightful place on his face. His biceps bulged! His skin shined! Gorf was ready! Ready to rock! He gripped his weapon once more. The barbs dug into his skin, but it felt like there weren't there at all! Oh ho! This potion's price didn't seem so exorbitant all of a sudden. And so he dug his feet into the earth and began... to spin!

"I call it... THUNDERING TITANIC TWISTER!!"

And twist he did! Around and around he whirled, pulling the chain and Mina with him! Would she resist it? Would she release it? Would she ride with it? Gorf did not know, nor did he care! A great fire, stoked by a furious gale, was at that moment raging within him. He had become one with the twist! The twist had become one with him! He was the eye of the tempest!!