The armored Centurion sat up abruptly, grabbing his gladius and swinging it around wildly. [color=f26522]"Tu morituro!"[/color] He shouted loudly in latin as he stood to his feet. 

[color=f26522]"Behold!" [/color]He pointed his Gladius around, only to see a collection of various...people? Creatures of legend? Perhaps he had taken a blow to the head while storming the Viking fortress and this was...heaven?
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"Behold the might..."[/color] He quickly lost energy as there was no apparent threat. What happened? Why did he feel so guilty? Centurions do not feel guilty!

[color=f26522]"...of Rome?"[/color] He finished, unsatisfied, allow his sword to fall by his side. His eyes focused on some sort of strange creature. Flapping around wildly, annoying. There was some sort of woman dressed in bizarre metal armor. There was a cute pink thing with a sword in it's chest. How horrible! What had happened here? If this was Heaven, there was more murder than was promised. It's too bad, for all the Centurion knew he was about to face the Jarl Yigandrr in glorious combat. Perhaps he had been betrayed? It was certainly a very bright betrayal.

What were these things? The Centurion quickly made his way over to the pink thing. It was adorable, and greviously injured by a strange looking sword. 

[color=f26522]"Stand back!"[/color] He shouted. [color=f26522]"This is no sight for a woman's eyes!"[/color] 

The Centurion grabbed the handle of the sword ([@Old Amsterdam]) and began to saw into it with his own sword. Only this was made of tough stuff. [color=f26522]"First things first, we must decrease the length of the impaled object! This gives it less leverage to do damage to the internal organs of this pink marshmellow!"[/color] The thing had a face, and looked alive, or at least, it used too. Still! If the birdman was panicking over it, and the metallic woman was there as well, he had a job to do!

[color=f26522]"Damn! What is this thing made out of?"[/color] He tried bending it, but to no avail. His Gladius would have at least done something to a wooden handle where he came from! The bizarre sword would not be damaged. But to remove it would be to essentially condemn this very strange creature to death. Centurion always had a feeling the otherworldly creatures of legend were real, and if his first action upon reaching Heaven was to allow the first thing he saw to die, well, then he was no Centurion at all! Might as well just call him Magnumus. Or 'Mr. Agoston.' No, sir!