[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:214/250 SP: 50/50 Oh god, oh fuck, Raime just got [i]annihilated[/i]. Ames and Klein got practically shoved out of the way, and now the frogman was coming for Amulak- Oh, whew. Another superpower unlocked, and just in time to save his ass. Hopefully, Amulak would get his soon. But for now, he was content simply not getting his shit kicked in by a pissed-off bipedal frog. Really, he couldn't keep getting away with it. Unfortunately, that meant the boss was now making a beeline straight for an already-injured Mags. Still, that gave him an idea. Internally bemoaning his lack of spells and variety at such a low level, Amulak pumped his Magic Bolt with Mana Control yet fucking again, aiming straight for the frogman's back and firing it off. If it got his attention, hopefully it'd result in some sort of aggro ping-pong as people kept continually assaulting the boss from behind from every direction. Or it'd just piss the boss AI off and train all the aggro onto Amulak himself. He didn't know how threat worked yet in this game, after all. But hell, he'd take the risk. Shit wasn't fun without going balls-deep in chances.