[color=fff7b0][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/qMHpYAa.png[/img][/center][/color][center][b]Lv.[/b] 40
[color=f7976a][b]HP:[/b] 76/506[/color]  [color=fff79a][b]SP:[/b] 153/450[/color]  [color=6ecff6][b]MP:[/b] 30/30 [/color]
[color=f7976a][sup](400) + 60 + 10%[/sup][/color]     [color=fff79a][sup](400) + 50 + 0%[/sup][/color]    [color=6ecff6][sup](30) + 0 + 0%[/sup]    [/color]
[sup]STR – 202 [sup](130) + 45 + 15%[/sup]  |  AGI – 61 [sup](50) + 5 + 10%[/sup]  |  END – 63 [sup](50) + 10 + 5%[/sup]  |  DEX – 50 [sup](50)[/sup]  |  LUC – 39 [sup](29) + 10[/sup][/sup]
[hider=Inspect][sup][b][i]Star-Studded Rebellion, Pentozali[/i][/b]
[b]Weapons[/b]
[color=757575]Pickaxe - Uncommon
Shovel - Uncommon[/color]
[b]Equipment:[/b]
[color=757575]Devil-Horned Battlemask - Rare Helmet - +50 HP, +50 SP, +10 END - HP > 50%, -5% HP/t. HP ≤ 50%, +10% SP/t. HP ≤ 20%, + 40 STR.
White Snake's Robes - Uncommon Armor - +5 AGI, +10 LCK - Improves Stealth by 15% when traveling on hard surfaces.
Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment
No Leg Equipment
Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes
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[b]Accessories:[/b]
[color=757575]Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR[/color][/sup][/hider][/center]

Mags was essentially at death's door right now. One bad hit and she'd crumble like a piece of toast. If only one of them picked healer. She would probably be able to live longer. Having the great idea of entering a fight with half health didn't help. However, her dangerous mind resulted in something besides the approach of death:

More power.

With her battlemask entering its inanimate frenzy, power coursed through Mags veins. This wasn't any ordinary strength boost; this was a 30% juicer. This wasn't the time for her gamer panic. She had to calm herself. Just a game. That's all it was. She just had to pretend she was one of those freaks with a pet leech. With the immense strength her body possessed, she flicked her hands and hair, a powerful motion to remove any stuck worms.

[color=fff7b0]"Fuck worms."[/color] Her rant began. [color=fff7b0]"Fuck the swamp."[/color] Her hands reached for the shovel she carried with her. Always on her, but never used. [color=fff7b0]"And fuck you!"[/color] With shovel in hand and a stomp on the ground, her position was cemented. The fetid, swampy ground surrounding her had been replaced by a square sandstone platform. Bright ocean water displaced the muck that once covered the ground. 

With a great swing, she intended to meet the oni's arm halfway. Only a shovel was standing between a missile of worm meat and her skull.