"Flesh yields to iron, Sejuani," whispers the ancient magic, as the barbarian queen's body begins its transformation. Her skin stretches taut against the surging muscles beneath. With a wet, tearing sound, her old clothes rend, unable to contain her rapidly growing form. Sejuani's cries of pain mingle with moans of pleasure as she feels her body change, her muscles engorging with newfound power. Her once-toned figure now boasts biceps like tree trunks and thighs that could crush stone. The final ripples of transformation subside, leaving Sejuani panting, her new, muscular form gleaming and ready for combat.