[color=f26522]Magnumus Agoston, Centurion.[/color]

Level 2 - (7/20) EXP
Location: Scrap Yard Endzone
Word Count: 570

Centurion had managed to get the Slicer off of him, turning the table. Now he was ontop of it. He stabbed it through the cannon, disabling it. He left the blade inside the Slicer and began smashing it into submission with his fist. Eventually, it crumbled and stopped moving.

Breathing heavily, the Centurion raised a hand in the air. [color=f26522]"Ha haaaa! I got one!"[/color] He turned around and saw that his comrades had left for greater battles, defeating the other minions of evil. [color=f26522]"Oh."[/color]

Well, he couldn't blame them, he thought. His fault for being slow. The Centurion would have to do better if he was to match his companions. It felt odd not having Legionnares by his side. Focus! He chastised himself. The Emperor needs you. He felt isolated without his empire. Perhaps the Master of Masters news had shaken him more than he knew. Could he truly be the last survivor of the Empire? All of those people, lost? The lands that he had fought and trained his entire life to protect were gone. Forces far greater than he could ever comprehend were at work.

He slapped himself across the helmet. Right! The time to act is NOW!

Boots slamming against the scrap covered ground, the armored man sprinted to catch up to his companions. Micheal, Bowser, Blasermate, the Master of Masters, Tora, and Minako, though he did not recognize the latter. Fortunately all of the enemies were desaturated, so it was easy to tell friend from foe. Fierce bright orange painted onto his cape trailed behind Agoston as he waded into battle. Quickly, he got his bearings. The hard-hatted man, Engineer, his sentry, and a metallic creature. All of them were armed with large guns. Luckily, they were all distracted. Simply having the numbers advantage in this fight was a huge boon. Too many variables, and a lesser tactician could get overwhelmed. The rabbit men were a wild card.

The moment was his! No more waiting! No more floundering! He was a Centurion and he would seize his opportunity and his enemies by the throat!

---Inner Monologue Over, here's the relevant bit---

[color=f26522][i]"CARPE VICTORIA!"[/i][/color] The Centurion shouted at the top of his lungs, charging forward. In moments of great passion he would slip into the higher language. Indeed, he was taken in patriotic fervor. His plan was simple, but perhaps difficult to pull off. Get the Engineer. He trusted his comrades to dole out their attention wisely. Hopefully, the Sentry and Bastion would be caught up with his allies while he was a part of the crew who attacked the Engy directly.


His friends would have to avoid being crushed by the tower, but the Centurion was already at full sprint when he reached the danger zone. He tried to zoom underneath the tower before it fell, dodging the falling blocks as well as Bowser and the Master of Masters. Determination steely as his blade, he surged forth, barreling up the rampart on the right to get the Engineer while he was switching weapons. He pitched hard, skidding his heels on the ground as he pivoted to meet the Engineer and his Sentry on the archway.

If it could be done, a metal gauntlet would wrap around the barrel of the shotgun pushing it away from Agoston, and a shoulder pauldron would smash into the Engineers face. Knocking the possessed Texan back, Agoston would then try to reverse the grip of his gladius and slam it down into the large yellow glove of the Engineer, not knowing it was a robotic hand underneath and not one of flesh. If successful he would wrench the embedded gladius towards himself and then throw his fist outward in a punch toward the Engineer.