Minerva Mink woke up from her cryogenic slumber to find herself in a strange new world. The last thing she remembered was being frozen in Cryo Lake, but now she found herself walking out of the bridge of an estuary and into what looked like a small town. As she walked through the streets, she noticed that most of the people were unclothed and seemed to be quite lascivious, with some of the males sporting extremely large members.

Minerva shrugged it off and made her way to the Fight Palace, where she hoped to find some answers. She was still as sultry and seductive as ever, and she quickly caught the attention of all the men in the room. They drooled over her form, but she only rolled her eyes and went about her business.

As she swung her own mallet around, she noticed that she could manipulate NRG to accentuate her swings, making them more powerful and deadly. She grinned wickedly and continued to show off her skills, all the while making biting sarcastic remarks about the men around her.

One of the men, a big lavish, twinky semiclothed pink brute named Scrow, approached her. "Hey, you're pretty good. Want to have some fun?"

Minerva looked to him with unreserved contempt and said, "You try that one on all the gal fighters you meet, poppydick?" He stepped forward again. "Come on! You can't do this to me. I fight here, too!" Scrow's retorts were only pissing Minerva beyond her limit.

Minerva glared and pointed her mallet at him with a cold shoulder. She turned her eyes to the other fighters around her and seethed, "Anyone else want to try this one on?!"

The men all backed away, except for Scrow. "What's your name anyway, sweetums?"
"Minerva Mink," she replied deadpan. Scrow grinned and stepped up. He may have been slim, but he sure knew how to fight. "I'll show you what I'm made of, girlie."
She critically looked him up and down for a second and said, sneering, "No spanks, jagoff."

He lunged at her, but she easily rolled through his attack, coming back with a swift kick to the solar plexus. "Goddammit, that smarts," he cursed.
"Good," she placated. He lunged only into her avoidance once more.

She clasped him and threw him across the ground with precision motions, hitting the moist bathhouse tiling with a concernedly crunchy thud. He wouldn't be walking that one off anytime soon.

A true natural in the underground Fight Palace circuit, Minerva boasts both variable speed in mallet tossing and malleuken anti-air uppercuts. Couple these moves with an almost-inability to escape her mallet vortex, and the enemy's dead by degrees all over.

Despite the oddities of her new world, Minerva was glad to be back in business, determined to make the most of it. As she strutted out of the Fight Palace, she muttered to herself, "What a load of losers. I'd rather chew aluminum than spend another minute with them!"