[hider=Attributes]
[i]HP[/i] – 200
[i]MP[/i] – 250
[i]SP[/i] – 50
[i]STR[/i] – 15
[i]AGI[/i] – 20
[i]END[/i] – 20
[i]DEX[/i] – 14
[i]LUC[/i] – 18
[b]Classes:[/b] Mage[/hider]
[hider=User Experience]
[b]Perception:[/b] Fantastic
[b]Gore:[/b] On
[b]Pain Setting:[/b] 15%
[b]Clothing Damage:[/b] On
[b]Nudity Censor:[/b] Off
[b]Profanity Censor:[/b] Off
[b]Combat Action:[/b] Manual
[b]Spell Incantations:[/b] Manual[/hider]
[hider=Inventory]
Funds: 0
Items: Common Pouch
[/hider]

[color=2E8B57][b][u]Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)[/u][/b][/color]
HP:173/200 MP:226/250 SP: 50/50

Jesus Christ, this thing was mulching them. The sheer amount of shit they were eating from one frogman was starting to get worrying, especially considering the amount of damage a simple throw did to both Mags and Klein. What was even worse was that everyone else was now literally hurling themselves at the boss, preventing him from getting a shot off. 

Considering that he was fairly sure this game had friendly fire to at least some degree, Amulak refrained from casting immediately, instead prepping his Mana Control as he started flanking the boss, searching for an angle to fire at that wouldn't hit one of his party members with a magic missile. 

[color=2E8B57][b]"Very annoying having to make sure I do not hit you! Please consider being more considerate of your ranged DPS in future, yeah?!"[/b][/color] Amulak called out towards the rest of the group, firing off his Mana Controlled Magic Bolt at the boss's side.