Jill watched as her skin shedded. Her muscles expanded vastly, as her skin regrew...but was a pale green. Her hair became long and almost pure red as leaves appeared and danced around her. Even though Jill was now 275 pounds of pure muscle, muscle which burned with a desire to kill Steven...Steven couldn't help himself.
The pheromones "Poison Ivy" was emitting were just...intoxicating. Steven was in pure love with the ripped Poison Ivy in front of him.
As for Poison Ivy, she wanted Steven dead. She wasn't sure why, but felt she was changed somehow by Steven. Was that enough to kill him? Whatever faint part of Jill left and whatever rage she was somehow trapped in, believed it was.
Poison Ivy decided for a slow painful death for Steven. She beat him slowly, to a bloody pulp, with vine and thorn covered fists. The beating shook Steven out of the trance he was in briefly. He attempted to grab the necklace.
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