"You don't have to be so mean about it." Ron said. "You make it sound like I am worthless."
"That's because you are." Fey explained. "Status."
[Fey, the Great and Powerful]
[Race: Human]
[Level: 7]
[Strength: 27]
[Dexterity: 22]
[Intelligence: 15]
[Stamina: 27]
[Wisdom: 10]
[Health: 153/153]
[Mana: 10/10]
[Skills: Frenzied Berserker, Unstoppable Battle Maiden]
Ron looked at Fey's stats completely dumbfounded by them. "H-how?" He asked, his visual confusion given words. "How are you that strong?!"
"Maybe a better question would be how are you that weak?" Fey asked. "I trained since I was a little girl to be a fighter. My father has taught me how to survive and how to thrive, which has increased my physical abilities beyond that of a normal person. Not only that but I have had to deal with my mother as well, that has made me mentally and emotionally strong.
