[color=f26522]Magnumus Agoston, Centurion.[/color] Level 2 - (7/20) EXP Location: MegaDragonBowser castle Word Count: 320 --- The Centurion had followed his allies into the fray, but he was admittedly overwhelmed by the action. It didn't even look like he could get close to the whirling monstrosity of death. Everytime he thought he saw an opportunity, a stray piece of rubble flew in his direction. Wayward flames. The battle was pure chaos. Not the organized effort of a well-oiled machine of war, no, it was amateur hour over here. Still, it looked like they were managing to somewhat get the upper hand on the Mega Dragon Bowser. As Micheal squeezed off a shot, Centurion looked between him and Din. Suddenly, the dragon was knocked to the floor after a particularly rowsing series of blows. [color=f26522]"Well. Wish me luck!"[/color] That being said, he sprinted as fast as he could. Courier 6 and the newly revitalized Ratchet were taking the advantage. Magnumus, too, decided to take his moment. His boots slamming into the floor of the castle, he clumsily vaulted over some debris, ducked under a flying rock, and approached the evil incarnate. The beast was on it's back. Huffing and puffing, the Agoston built up his strength and leapt high into the air, coming down onto Evil Bowser's exposed underside. [color=f26522]"Die, beast!"[/color] He shouted at the top of his lungs. He flipped his gladius upside down, holding it in verse grip with both hands. Then, he plunged the blade as far as he could into Mega Dragon Bower's flesh. Bringing the sword out, he attempted to do it as many times as possible. [color=f26522]"Hah! Haha! Die! Die! Take this!"[/color] He was, of course, freaking out. His gladius seems quite small in comparison to the massive beast. But, it's not how large the weapon is, it's how you use it. Not that Agoston would know anything about that. The Centurion questioned his own line of thinking before steadying his balance and raising his weapon another time.