[color=fff7b0][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/qMHpYAa.png[/img][/center][/color][center][b]Lv.[/b] 9
[color=f7976a][b]HP:[/b] 208/230[/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]

Well, that just complicated the simple 1v1, didn't it? Mags didn't exactly say to leave her out of altruism. No, it was her keen, divine intellect about MMO mobs. With no way to generate enmity, the frog would freely go after the most inconvenient target possible for them. Colour her surprised when Raime got pounced on, leaving Mags' fist with a dull ache and her mind utterly embarrassed that the frog boomed her like that. 

The collision of flesh and bone made Mags realize something. The frog was, likely, heavily speed oriented. Her fist not crumbling into dust the moment the frog struck, at the very least, she wasn't outmatched in strength. Legs were stronger than arms, especially that of a frog. For Mags to take less than 10% of her life in one blow, that meant she had ten more hits. Nine more opportunities for dumb shit.

Then Raime, from what Mags could see, got crater'd. That kind of ruined her entire thought process. Maybe it was stronger than her after all. Mags didn't know the full extent of her strength, though. If she was lucky, she could also crater like that.

Well, that just meant it wouldn't be easy. She'd have to cut the frog's mobility in some way. A brief thought came over her. Would it work? Maybe, maybe not. It was better than shooting bolts that could be caught and thrown at the useful ranged DPS, at least.

She kicked off the ground once more, dashing towards the crater where Raime once stood. She leapt after the frog with two fists leading the way. This time, however, she wasn't aiming to strike the frog. No, she intended to grapple it back to the ground and keep it there. Then, with every ounce of strength she could muster, break its leg.

After all, she was a brawler. Not an honorable martial artist.