Freja led the group to the indoor arena and got Shaman to stand in the middle.
"Alright, to show you what your clothes actually do, I am going to hit you. Don't worry I won't kill you, but brace yourself for impact." Freja formed a fist while smiling at Shaman.
"A-are you sure?" Shaman was not confident that she would be fine and wanted to run, but that would be pointless, especially against Freja.
"Don't worry these are not tier 9 clothes for nothing." Freja then punched Shaman in the stomach without any warning. She was launched across the arena, but to her surprise, she didn't feel any pain and didn't even lose her balance.
"What the hell." Shaman slid on her feet to a stop, then grabbed her stomach wondering what happened.
