[color=fff7b0][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/qMHpYAa.png[/img][/center][/color][center][b]Lv.[/b] 9
[color=f7976a][b]HP:[/b] 150/230[/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]

Mags was wrong. The frog was just strong enough to not even have to give a shit about Mags. The kick that could shatter the bones of an ordinary man sent her further than a direct collision by a 2003 Ford Fiesta. Even at 10% pain, she could feel her innards liquefy and slosh around. Had she not invested in health and endurance, she would have just crumbled into dust right then and there. She couldn't even think as she went flying through the air, nor could she think as her battered body skipped more times than a human should.

The cold water brought her back to her senses. If this was some sort of anime, the scene would unfold beautifully. She'd open her eyes underwater. A vast blue, only changing as the sun penetrated the surface. In front of her would be some sort of spiritual symbol. A younger version of herself. The friends she made along the way. Her drowning corpse. The frog itself. Something that'd give a philosophy lesson to her. Unlock her hidden potential. Ka ka kachi daze and enter ultra instinct. Something along those lines. A life changing moment that'd completely change the flow of a fight.

Instead, she got a fish that quickly swam away. It wasn't even a large one. It was like a sardine.

Ruining the moment of solemn introspection saved only for the protagonists in dire straits, Mags didn't swim in the river water. She didn't exactly know how to. Her body felt heavier in the water, more so than in real life. The fat she had in real life was pretty buoyant, after all. She chose to walk along the bottom of the river, back into the fight. She could have easily left the fight. Told her friends that the kick knocked her out and she floated down the river. She couldn't do this. She wouldn't let herself. Not because she'd be sentencing them to death, of course. Fuck 'em, they could die. No, this was 100% pure ego. Running away would make her a baby back bitch.

She emerged from the water as mad as ever. Pounding her own chest and yelling back at the group.

[color=fff7b0]"Lightweight, baby! Lightweight!"[/color] Came her warcry, a response from being hit so hard that she was sent skipping. It wasn't lightweight at all.

Picking up a rock from the riverbank, she quickly pitched it towards the overgrown frog. Instantly, she turned to taunts. Her face contorted into a bizarre facsimile of a frog doing the same exact facsimile of a human smile he was doing. It wasn't exactly accurate, but it'd probably get the picture. Next, she did the chicken dance again. What once worked on Ames and the others (it didn't) had to work on the frog. Finally, she took pose. A martial stance reminiscent of the strongest martial artist in the world. One arm down. One held tight beside the face. Body angled. 

Only two words came to mind.

Tiger.

Drop.