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

Level 3 - (2/30) EXP 
Location: On the Road
Word Count: 504

The Centurion cursed as the Brothers Grimm smashed through their line of vehicles. If only he were made of steel and wire, and not flesh and bone. Still, vengeance would be theirs!

As he wrestled with the monster truck, he felt his strength waning. His arms felt like they could pop out of their sockets! He was leaving two wakes of upturned dirt behind him as his heels dragged through the Earth. Clowns laughter echoes in his ears and he turned briefly to see the mad ice cream truck come charging towards him. Bowser Jr was forced to escape by some powerful weapon. The Sweet Bot was distracted and damaged by his allies but it might only be a matter of time until it came upon him. Agoston furrowed his brow and turned his attention back to the monster truck, trusting his allies that they would kill the Sweet Bot.

He screamed out in anger as the monster truck slipped through his grasp and his feet lost their balance. Falling forward onto all fours he watched as the monster truck began to speed away. Suddenly, a blast of plasma struck into the mechanical menace and it slowed once more to a halt. Briefly his eyes glanced towards the source. [color=f26522]"Yes, Franklin!" [/color] Agoston celebrated. The man Micheal had freed was certainly proving his aim was true.

The Centurion scrambled to his feet desperately, as if the halted monster truck was an oasis in a desert. Like a mad man he latched back onto the truck and stumbled around to the ground of it, gripping it by both sides of the hood. [color=f26522][i]"Incredibilis!"[/i][/color] He grinned as he slipped into his native tongue. He raised his fist in the air and slammed his knuckles into the hood of the car. Channeling his unstoppable energy and the heat that was gifted to him, he was trying to do as much damage to the monster trucks engine as possible. Mechanical bits stuck up through the hood of the car. Those looked important! He punched the monster truck's pistons and tried to batter exposed engine parts into submission. Shoulder pain throbbed through his form but he was a practiced soldier, and ignored it to focus on the battle. 

The Centurion tried to position is form so the machine guns would have as little of his form to hit as possible. He was so close to it he might be hard to hit. After a few strikes, he reached down and tried to wrench one of the miniguns off of the side of the car and slam it across the front of the truck. His main focus was keeping the truck still if it started up again, and continuing to lay down impact after impact to bring the trucks inner workings to stagger and studder. With help from some of his allies, this truck may never move again! At least the next time Frankline fired a plasma bolt at it it would hopefully be a much easier target.