Level 1 - (7/10) EXP
Location: 1-1, Starting Line
Word Count: 282 (give or take)

The Centurion removed his blade from the last enemy creature, and wiped it's blood off his steel gauntlet with a sharp mettalic rasp. He breathed in deep, span the blade around, and sheathed it. Satisfied, he turned to his allies.

[color=f26522]"Alright, friends. Take a few minutes to rest up-"[/color]

 “ANYWAY. YOU’VE ALL GOT 5 MINUTES TO REST, HEAL AND FINISHED UP HERE BEFORE"

[color=f26522]"-Soon we'll make our way over to the Castle-"[/color]

 WE ALL KEEP GOING TOWARDS PEACHES CASTLE. ALSO SOMEONE GO INTERROGATE THE HOODED GUY FOR ME"

[color=f26522]"-Now this hooded person has some information for us, he told me-"[/color]

AND THEN BRING ME THE SHORT VERSION OF WHATEVER HE ENDS UP YAPPING ABOUT” 

[color=f26522]"...right."[/color]

The Centurion narrowed his eyes at King Bowser. He would have to discuss leadership roles with turtle man later. However, the Centurion had something he felt was more important- the capabilities of his comrades in battle. Some of them very clearly posessed some kind of magic, like the magic dancing, the magic healing, the magic flying. This, the Centurion understoof. Clearly he was entering a realm of high magic. However, the abilities of the seemingly normal man, Micheal, intrigued him. Before the group continued onward, it was important the Centurion gauged the fighting prowess of his comrades.

[color=f26522]"Micheal!"[/color] The Centurion shouted jauntily, approaching with a jog.

[color=f26522]"Micheal, my good man, I must ask you. What is that loud contraption? You seem to be a mediocre person, of sub-par physical build and of an age much older than recommended for front line combat. How does this...device assist you? Is it some kind of weapon? A bow-less crossbow?" [/color] He peeked around, trying to get a better glimpse of the sub machine gun inside Micheal's holster.