<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d9/71166947_p0.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Machiko Fukiku (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=340366.msg16126002#msg16126002)<br/><strong>Class: </strong>Dragon Mage<br/><strong>HP: </strong>19/19<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Strength:</strong> 16(+2)  <strong>Constitution:</strong> 13(+1)  <strong>Dexterity:</strong> 12(+0)<br/><strong>Intelligence:</strong> 8(-1) <strong>Wisdom:</strong> 9(+0)      <strong>Charisma:</strong> 15(+1)</div></div><hr/>Machiko closed her eyes for just a moment as she felt the cacophonous roar of energy flow around her.  It was different, clearly, but still just as powerful.  She didn't know just why it felt different like this, but decided that such worries could easily wait until after the danger was dealt with.<br/><br/>"Alright, looks like they're coming in.  Let them.... wha?" Machiko said, cutting herself off as she noticed Ming cooking meals for everyone.  "Food... at a time like this?" she asked dubiously, but still took the plate the chef gave her.  Almost more by surprise than by any conscious choice, she took a mouthful of the food.  "Huh... alright, this is pretty good," she said after a moment, quickly scarfing down the rest of it.  "Gets me fired up a bit... might actually be something to your ideas after all, Ming," she added as she went back to her fighting stance.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, she was too far from the statue to help Morgan out quickly, but once she saw Diabelle toss the statue aside with her magic, she nodded.  "Thanks, Morgan.  Toss me the glove," she called out, ready to strike out at the attackers as soon as they were close enough.