[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] 180/200[/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 – 22 [sup](20) + 10%[/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]

With a guttural war cry, the ground around Mags turned to flattened sandstone and brackish water washed over her feet. This was her arena. It was her fight. This was her awakening. It would have been more poetic if it had occurred in the river, but the sudden enlightenment as a frog leapt at her was kino enough.

Maybe a tiger drop was a bit audacious to pull against the frog as it sailed through the air in an arc, froggy heel aimed at her skull.

She really didn't want to get hit by it. Lemons into lemonade and counter into different counter, Mags thought about it that way. If the frog was in the air, it couldn't reposition again. After all, it couldn't double jump, could it? Rather than dodging away or protecting herself with her arms, she moved into the storm and charged forward. Her body twisted, turning 180 degrees to ensure her body would accept the motion without breaking. Her hands were where her head once was, moving into the path of the kick as best as she could. The second the frog would hit her hands, she would clasp them around its foot and ankle as best she could. Use its own strength and speed against it as she would try to slam the frog into hard stone.

It was sink or swim. Well, stand or drown in a very small depth of water.