[color=fff7b0][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/qMHpYAa.png[/img][/center][/color][center][b]Lv.[/b] 128
[color=f7976a][b]HP:[/b] 1120/1210[/color]  [color=fff79a][b]SP:[/b] 366/1830[/color]  [color=6ecff6][b]MP:[/b] 30/30[/color]
[sup]STR – 1038  |  AGI – 475*  |  END – 254  |  DEX – 117 |  LUC – 70[/sup]
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With her skin now bubbling and blistering, time was now of the essence. Mags had to take action to deal with it. With a mech being summoned and her brief moments of alone time soon to be interrupted, she knew that she was one of the few people that could handle this current situation.

Taking a deep squat, each muscle of her leg seemed to flex and contract with a glorious power. This wasn't any ordinary stance. No, this was the power of [b][Huscle Muscle][/b]. Her agility increased. Would it help her reach such fantastical heights? She didn't know. It was worth a shot.

With a titanic bound, she flew into the sky. The earth under her cracked once more and gave way, this time under the immense pressure of Mags' strength and agility. The roughneck yakuza princess had proven that perhaps man [i]was [/i]meant to fly. At least, for a very brief moment. But that wasn't the point of her master plan. Perhaps every moment of being a brawler has led to this. No, that would be too little. Every second of her time in this game was meant to reach this moment of glory. Burning up as much gas in her tank as she could both in digital stats and mental energy, she went for it. This would be the [b][Guillotine Drop][/b] to end them all.

As Mags approached the kannushi on the stone, she went for his neck. Her glorious arc in the sky was, in her mind, exactly enough to take him back down all the way.

Only one question remained.

Who was going to be Icarus and fly too close to the sun?