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

Level 3 - (17/30) EXP 
Location: On the Road
Word Count: 265

Agoston was oblivious to any latant goodness or hesitance within Grimm. Instead he rolled to a stop and popped back up to his feet. Victory was theirs! Grimm was dead. A glorious death, if Centurion did say so himself. Cracking his neck, he threw his fist up in the air. "Victory! Well done, everyone." He slammed his fist twice on his metal breastplate, smiling brightly. He watched curiously as Princess Peach took the soul of the dead man and transformed.

[color=f26522]"Hmm. Not exactly a royal aesthetic. Nonetheless, in times like these, we must do what it takes." [/color]The Centurion had a great deal of respect for the Princess. Few leaders he knew would join the warriors on the field of battle. 

[color=f26522]"Kamek!" [/color]Calling out, the Centurion waved at the turtle wizard as he searched the field for his discarded Drill Kart. [color=f26522]"Thank you for that embiggening spell! It was quite the thrill."[/color] Eventually he found his lost vehicle, tipped over and covered in dirt.

With a grunt, he flipped it back onto it's wheels. [color=f26522]"Our enemies cannot stop us. Get yourself sorted out, everyone. Grab the big one, Bowser. Or somebody. I don't care. Glory awaits!"[/color] Clambering into the kart, the weary vehicle struggled back to life and the eager Centurion began accelerating down the road at half-speed. Time was of the essence. If someonebody wanted too, they could pull alongside the Centurion and talk to him. His mind was on that of war and progress towards his ultimate goal; killing Galeem, the false god. The fate of the empire was at stake.