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

Level 3 - (2/30) EXP (still thinking of what new power to get)
Location: MegaDragonBowser castle
Word Count: 256

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[color=f26522]"These things are puny."[/color] The Centurion complained, picking up one of the karts and examining it. He had hovered toward the kart with the massive drill on the front. [color=f26522]"Even for regular sized me. I'd much prefer a mighty steed. Are there any giant flaming horses around?" [/color] His eyes fell on the horse shaped kart. That's not right. The Centurion had ridden in horse carts before, but riding a kart horse seemed to be a totally different experince.

These karts were allegedly supposed to take them great distances. Well, he had seen stranger things today. These karts just magically went forward when you stepped on the pedal, so whatever. Hunching over, the Centurion put his hands on the steering wheel and accelerated forward. 

As he got the hang of the strange drill kart, he pondered this situation with the Pokemen. [color=f26522]"I don't see the value in these tiny war beasts. An elephant could never fit in those tiny little spheres. Even if they are magical, or bigger on the inside, or whatever. I'm going to crush the enemy with my bare hands, I don't need a little worm creature to do it for me."[/color]

He stood up, planting one boot on the seat of the kart and the other on the grass, rolling the kart back and forth like a very heavy and very dangerous skateboard. It rolled out from underneath him, and he stumbled backwards, almost tipping over. Regaining his composure he crossed her arm and made a casual but determined pose.