[center][b]Imagineer
Mage
Level 1
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She had fallen down in surrender, sighing as he figure was just not enough to take down that damned door before her. Plopping up against the wall, the cobwebs around her left a frown on her lips as she sighed and crossed her arms from the frustration at hand-

"...?"

It sounded like there were voices echoing down the hallway. She had half a mind to go check it out before-

BANG.

...Uh...What was that?

BANG.

The door heaved in, a small twitch following as she watched the entrance she had failed to break down.

SMASH!

...Welp, that was her cue to give behind a shelf, praying that whatever had opened the door was either friendly or too big to get inside -- and as a huge arm came in, sweeping past the junk to see what was around, it was the second option that she got. Fuck...The lapse of fear running its way up her spine had her covering her mouth before a small squeak of fear could find its way out of her throat. ...Ah...God...What to do, what to do...!

Her hand slowly reached out for a jar to the side -- not completely broken yet, shockingly enough, and she swallowed down her shock and evident fear of the spiked weapon that's given her an exit point in favor of rolling out the jar in order to see if the moving object would distract the attention of whatever was out there. Please, oh please do work. She would like to not die five minutes into beginning this unorthodox game that she'd been forced into. That would be terribly kind.

...Or. alternatively, before any of her attempts to sneak out of this mess could happen, A RANDOM GIRL WOULD COME FLYING IN TO KICK THIS THING IN THE HEAD. Now seeing that it was....some perversion of what most MMOs usually made into a basic mob monster, she slowly stood up, stumbling out of terribly small room she'd been in, and began to scan through her character stats the moment that she had the chance. Skills..Skills...! She had some! Thank god, she didn't have to go whacking things around with a stick!

With that in mind, she'd do her job the way she knew how to, holding the staff up as flames began to dance around her arms, over the wooden surface without burning it in the slightest, and finally resting into an orb at the top as her concentration focused down upon it. Just a moment more...A moment more...

"GET OUT THE WAY!"

An eruption of flames would be flung from her staff as she reared it back like a bat, and SWUNG like a batter to send it launching towards the hostile creature that'd been engaged.