Hag...me, a hag? Hag!? Oh, this girl's going down...
I stared at the Revi-wannabe without concealing my hatred and contempt. Just what gives her the right to call someone with a fabulous bod like mine a hag!?
Irritated, I Identified the vixen's stats with my [Clairvoyance (Fairy)] skill...ah. That explains it.
Name:nameless "Trial of the Dungeon"
Race:Nightingale Siren | Gender: Female
Level:10
Karma Value:-200
Main Class:Nightingale Courtesan Lv.10
Sub Class:
Poison Maker Lv.42
HP: 412/454MP: 587/690SP: 345/390
RES: 618SPD: 561DEX: 450
INT: 89LUC: 101
A Siren...not to mention, a C-rank species. And she has an evolved Courtesan class!? How many fights is she gonna pick with me!?
Grr...whatever! She has fewer combat skills than me! Her higher stats don't mean a thing if she can't use them! Even if she has more feminine skills than me. Even if she has way more girl-power than me!!
Feeling irritated, I fired an Ocean Arrow spell at the bitch...
