For the moment, having burned off the worst of her immediate feminine indignation and fury at the shallowness of these cut-rate budget goons in their stupid goon NPC armor and their cliche fixation on massive mammaries, the Tanuki just stood, clenched fists at her sides and huffed..and huffed...and growled, eyes sweeping for the least sign of mooks in need of a right proper beat down.<br/><br/>Seeing none, she tossed her head and turned to regard the tempting Isabooty.<br/><br/>"This asshole causing you any trouble, honey?"<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Anima Prime Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Michiru Catches Her Breath to recover 3 AP.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stat Block</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Name:</strong> Michiru            <br/><strong>Passion:</strong> Anger<br/><strong>Defense:</strong> 4, 7 vs Frost <br/><strong>Skills:</strong> Acrobatics 5(X) Stealth 4( ) Quickness 3(X)<br/><strong>Wounds:</strong> 3(3)                                                 <br/><strong>Traits:</strong> <br/>Daredevil tomboy.( )<br/>Irresponsible skirt-chaser( ) <br/>There’s no situation she can’t make worse.( )<br/><strong>AP:</strong> 4(6)   <strong>SP:</strong> 0[6]  <strong>CP:</strong> 1(6)</div></div>