[color=fff7b0][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/qMHpYAa.png[/img][/center][/color][center][b]Lv.[/b] 9
[color=f7976a][b]HP:[/b] 93/230[/color]  [color=fff79a][b]SP:[/b] 160/200[/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][@Shovel]

It worked. Not well, but it worked. Mags gave enough time for them to wound the frog with the spear. Unfortunately, that victory was short lived as the man with the spear was sent airborne. Now she was in the danger zone. Less than half her health left. Her virtual body was going to begin to break down. The only respite she took is that she set her own pain to 10%. Judging by the look of their archer, she was still going strong in comparison. This was no time to quit her plan. Not because she cared about her comrades living through this fight. Nah, their lives were meaningless. It was a game after all. No, this was pure sunken cost fallacy.

With every ounce of strength she could gather, she leapt off the ground. She was certain she could hop over Ames with her strength. Her goal was to grab hold of the airborne Klein and, as she met with the ground once more, toss the burning brute at the frog. To hell with the consequences. If he slammed into her territory, it was his own damn fault for not taking the frog down with him. Even if he did practically take a bullet for her, it was entirely useless if they all died to this dumb frog.