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

Level 2 - (7/20) EXP
Location: MegaDragonBowser castle
Word Count: 413

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The Centurion felt the tremor beneath his boots as the ferocious beast began to stand. He leapt off the evil bowser as it threw him and his allies off of itself. Soaring the air, Agoston yelped in surprise before crashing down to the castle floor. Luckily, he managed to disperse some of the impact by landing on his feet and rolling to a stop. Standing, he attemped to reoriented himself.

[color=f26522]"I think he felt that!"[/color] He shouted to his comrades. [color=f26522]"Keep up the pressure!"[/color]

Before he could get moving, some allies he did not really know very well were destroyed. He acknowledged their sacriced but said nothing aloud. Then, the armored man watched in awe as Zer0 the samurai leapt from on-high and expertly planted a normally lethal blow into the eyesocket of the beast. It would be a final strike on any other beast, but the samurai did not predict the pure heat of the beast. His katana melted, and Zer0 himself was destroyed. The Centurion did not say anything aloud to this, either, but in this noble quest there were fewer deaths more honorable. Centurion did not know as much as your average scholar about the culture of the samurai in his world, but if Zer0's culture was anything like that, than his death was a good one, and he would be rewarded in whatever afterlife came next. So would the Centurion, if it came to that. No warrior in his homeland feared death. Whether it be the code of bushido, the halls of Valhalla, Heaven for the knights, and whatever the Wu Lin practiced, dying in combat was a truly glorious thing to be commended.

When the mighty beast slammed his fists into the ground, the Centurion knew what to do. His phalanx ability would protect him. He figured he would also be able to jump over the shockwave. Tora had some kind of shield, as well. 

The Centurion used his Phalanx ability nonetheless. It would provide another safe haven for any particularly slow moving allies. Though they would still get knocked back by the blast, they would take little if any damage as the orange shield shattered into pieces after absorbing the blast.

As such, the Centurion stood to his feet once more. [color=f26522]"I'll give him everything I've got!"[/color] He shouted. A well placed strike to the achilles heel might slow the beast down.

The Centurion ran as fast as he could, trying to navigate and maneuvre safely into strike range of the beast. If he could, he would plunge his Gladius into the heel of the beast and drag it down, severing as many tendons as possible. He was somewhat nimble, and hopefully would be able to avoid any wayward stomps. If he couldn't his Phalanx would be able to protect him from a smash attack or two.