[sub][h3][i][color=#808080]a[/color][color=#8C7578]м[/color][color=#986B71]e[/color][color=#A46069]ℓ[/color][color=#B05662]ι[/color][color=#BC4B5A]a[/color][/i][/h3][/sub][indent][sup][h1][color=black][b]aмeѕ[/b][/color]
[color=C94153] [b]aмeѕ[/b][/color][/h1][/sup][/indent][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/624270632946761758/706341297191125022/C41x4Q0_2.png[/img]
[sub][b][color=salmon]HP:[/color][/b] 110/110 - [b][color=DeepSkyBlue]MP:[/color][/b] 100/100 - [b][color=SpringGreen]SP:[/color][/b] 90/100[/sub] 
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[color=2E2C2C]I want a space here.[/color]
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[b]Username[/b]: Ames
[b]Race[/b]: Human
[b]Gender[/b]: Male
[b]Height[/b]: 176cm | [b]Weight[/b]: 69kg

[b]Classes[/b]: [color=tomato][b]Warrior[/b][/color] [color=gray](+10% HP | +10% STR | +10% END)[/color]
[sub][b]Weapon Proficiency[/b]: LVL 1[/sub]

[b]Attributes[/b]:
HP – [color=tomato]10 (110)[/color]
MP – 10 (100)
SP – 10 (100)
STR – [color=tomato]22[/color]
AGI – 19
END – [color=tomato]22[/color]
DEX – 20
LUC – 21

[b]Abilities[/b]:
Power Attack [sub]Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack.[/sub][/hider]
[hider=INVENTORY][b]Funds[/b]: 0
[b]Item Pouch (Common)[/b]:[list]
[*]Fa Trung's Talisman [color=lightgray]x2 [sup][b]Equipped[/b][/sup][/color]
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[hider=Current User Experience]Perception: [b]Fantastic[/b]
Gore: [b]Pixelated[/b]
Pain Setting: [b]40%[/b]
Clothing Damage: [b]On[/b]
Nudity Censor: [b]Personal[/b]
Profanity Censor: [b]Off[/b]
Combat Action: [b]Stylish[/b]
Spell Incantations: [b]Stylish[/b][/hider][indent][sup][h1][color=black][b]aмeѕ[/b][/color]
[color=C94153] [b]aмeѕ[/b][/color][/h1][/sup][/indent][/hider][sup]_________________[/sup]
The look in the frogman's eyes... was it the spirit of a true martial artist? The kind of feeling you could only get a glimpse of in watching two combatants fight, and only fully experience when you were one of those combatants. That look melted away the ice faster than Ames herself ever could, but she was still nervous as a level one noob facing down a gigantic opponent. Thankfully, Magpie in all her malicious glory stole those eyes away from Ames. The warrior swallowed down a weird, foreign feeling of loss that came from nowhere and rushed forward herself, intent on using the opening. The shock of Amulak's spell and the reach of Klein's spear reached the frog first, but Ames was still pushing forward even while their largest party member was getting his skull cracked. When said party member came hurtling towards her, Ames suddenly came to a stop.

[i]I am not about to get bowled over [b]again![/b][/i] she thought. Ames gritted her teeth and skidded to a halt, spreading her arms as wide as possible. She used the built up strength of her power attack to catch Klein. Her arms barely made it around the man, but she stayed upright this time even as the two of them slid back from the sheer momentum of Klein being thrown. Once they came to a stop, Ames deposited the man onto the ground. It was really a shame they didn't have any potions or anything like that, but Klein would have to make due with two quick pats on the shoulder before Ames jumped back into the fray.

Mags was making some commotion and Raime was... Raime was...?!

[color=C94153]"What the hell are you doing?!"[/color] Ames balked at the man making himself into a missile. It was certainly an impressive sight, but she couldn't see it working out well for him. Maybe she wouldn't be the first of their party to die after all. [i]Aaah morbid thought.[/i]

Ames raced after Raime, although the other man's speed was greater than hers. While Raime's aim seemed to be just hitting the frog at full force in any way possible, Ames began charging another [b][Power Attack][/b]. She expected that the agile frog would just dodge Raime's attack, and at the moment Ames would throw a fist at the creature's weak points - the stomach area, striking an organ would be good. She'd dissected enough frogs in high school to roughly know where they ought to be.