[color=fff7b0][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/qMHpYAa.png[/img][/center][/color][center][b]Lv.[/b] 9
[color=f7976a][b]HP:[/b] 230/230[/color]  [color=fff79a][b]SP:[/b] 200/200[/color]  [color=6ecff6][b]MP:[/b] 30/30 [/color]
[color=f7976a][sup](200) + 10% + 10[/sup][/color]     [color=fff79a][sup](200) + 0% + 0[/sup][/color]    [color=6ecff6][sup](30) + 0% + 0[/sup]    [/color]
[sup]STR – 53 [sup](41) + 15% + 5[/sup]  |  AGI – 20 [sup](20)[/sup]  | END – 23 [sup](21) + 5%[/sup]  |  DEX – 10 [sup](10)[/sup]  |  LUC – 10 [sup](10)[/sup][/sup]
[sup][b]Equipment:[/b]
[color=757575]Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR[/color][/sup][/center]

Haha, whoops. Mags accidentally aggroed an honor bound martial artist. Good and bad parts to it. The good being that the rest of the party was likely safe. Likely being if the frog hadn't planned to kill them all, of course. They could probably return to town alive. The bad news, of course, was Mags was locked into a fight, possibly to the death. She might get out if she prostrated and made like a coward, but she wasn't a coward. No, she had a powerful thing called an ego. Something at the back of her mind that whispered "Do it, no balls. Beat up an overgrown pollywog." 

Well, now was a good time to fully limit test what 53 strength, 20 agility, and 23 endurance did to someone.

[color=fff7b0]"Run away or watch, I don't care,"[/color] she told the rest of the party, refusing to take her eyes off of the frog. [color=fff7b0]"it's time for me to duel."[/color]

Reciprocating the frogman's gesture, Mags mirrored his motion of respect and took her stance. One leg forward, fists at the ready by her forehead. Rather than wait for any sort of move from the frog, she quickly leapt for the first strike.

With all of the strength that her level ups had given her, she drove her foot deep into the ground, propelling her entire body forward. With all of the strength and weight that level 9 body of hers could muster, she threw a brutal left straight directly at the frog man's chest as she cut to its outside. More specifically, she aimed her punch at where she thought its liver was. Mags didn't actually know if her high school biology dissections carried over to biped amphibians.

If the frogman fought with fists like hammers, Mags would fight with arms like spears. Well, that was if she was in her wheelhouse. She might have been fighting with pointy twigs, if it was really a world boss.