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[center][color=f7976a][b]HP:[/b] 55/160[/color]  [color=fff79a][b]SP:[/b] 75/100[/color]  [color=6ecff6][b]MP:[/b] 30/30[/color]
[sup]STR – 12 | AGI – 11 | END – 13 | DEX – 10 | LUC – 10[/sup][/center]

Gah, that hurt. Getting slammed with disgusting head water wasn't something Mags wanted to make a habit of. Her health was already drained from a mix of getting thrown across town and numerous collisions. She could survive another two hits like that, but it wouldn't be pretty. She still had her job to do. With rocks in her hand, she pitched them as hard as she could at the Kappa's dome in an attempt to slow him even more. Reminded her of playing catch with her dad, really. The man never knew how to chill. Complete type A personality, really.

Well, nostalgic memories didn't really matter right now. She was [i]gaming[/i]. After pitching the rock as fast and hard as she could, she broke into a full sprint to intercept him again. She wasn't going to stop there, no. Ames managed to break the spear tip—what worried the unarmed and unarmoured Mags—off of the spear, leaving the kappa with a makeshift staff.

With one rock still in hand, she rose it and was about to attempt to beat the shit out of a Kappa with a rock. If she got hit with Amulak's next spell alongside the kappa, so be it. She'd try not to be physically between the mage and the turtle man.