[center][u][b]Minamoto Yoshitsune[/b][/u]
Level 1 [8/10]
Sandswept Sky – Temple Oasis
755
[@Lugubrious][@Dr Lovecraft][@Dawnrider][@DracoLunaris][@Archmage MC][@Yankee][@ONL][/center]

Yoshitsune looked himself over, interested in all the changes. While he had tried to focus everything towards his feet, he wasn’t surprised the changes didn’t stick there. He saw the thigh and shoulder armor before noticing something off with his field of view. It was noticeably shorter. He put his hands to his head to feel the new helmet and mouthguard. He had to see them. Walking towards the pool, not yet ready to rev his engines, he got a good look at his helmet. It looked like it fit him, both with the Roader spirits he’d absorbed but also with a feudal flair that matched his style. “Watashi wa Oni Samurai desu!” he called, slamming his fist into his chest. [i]That’s not something I used to do,[/i] he thought to himself, a bit surprised. Seemed he’d taken on a bit of the Roaders’ personality traits.

Turning to face the group, he was about to request a spar when he saw a light he had to block his eyes from. Once the light was gone, he lightly shook his head and tried to regain his train of thought. Looking back in the pool, he was about to repeat himself but stopped before a word escaped. Turning back around again, he was about to issue a challenge again when someone shouted.

[quote=DracoLunaris][color=Aquamarine]”You, I don't know you are but you have wheels for feet now so race me. Race me! I wanna see how fast I can really go!“[/color][/quote]

Looking where the voice was coming from, he nodded. “A race sounds like an amazing idea!” he shouted back. “Shall we up the ante, though? A sparring race. I’ll use the back of my blades so I don’t do too much damage. Don’t want to ruin your beauty.”

He didn’t know where that came from. Although he did think she was beautiful, he would not have said something as casually as he just did. [i]Guess those spirits changed me more than I thought.[/i]

He looked to the land where the hippos had been and walked over, not wanting to start his engines right next to someone and possibly hurt their ears. “What do you say?” he asked, looking her over. “A three-lap race, 10 points for the win, 2 for every successful hit, 5 if we’re knocked over?” He didn’t know where the point system had come from but, after thinking it over, it seemed fair.

Once Midna, and whoever else wanted to join the sparring race, were in position, he revved his engines and readied himself for the speed, his swords drawn.

He didn’t know who was going to officiate the race but figured whoever it was would help keep things fair.

Once the race started, he went as fast as his wheels would take him, staying on the designated path. He wasn’t sure of his limits on the wheels. The race was the perfect place to find out.

He raised his swords, swinging them back to hit those closest to him.

As he said, it had been a 3-lap race and, despite his wheels and speed, he was not ahead by too much when he won. He had, however, gotten many decent hits and trips, giving him plenty of points. He looked at everyone else, smiling. “That was fun,” he laughed. “Shall we head on now?” he asked, pulling out an herb from his inventory.

While they had been racing, most of the rest of the loot had already been distributed, not leaving anything Yoshitsune was interested in.

He followed the rest of the party as they headed down another path, eventually leading them to monsters. With the speed of his wheels and his blades, Yoshitsune ran around slicing at each of the monsters within reach, aiming to damage them all and not outright kill them yet. The foes they fought didn’t last long.

Once they reached the square room, Yoshitsune began looking around the walls, paying attention to any details he thought would be important. In the end, there was nothing. With a shrug, he leaped down the hole behind everyone else, trying to spin his wheels backward to slow himself down on the slide.

At the bottom of the slide, he looked around, taking in the beautiful sight. He chose to stay silent, though. His engines were making more than enough noise for him to be comfortable.

Hopping on the train tracks, he rode along with them, loving the speed he was moving at. He was loving the wheels but also missed his normal feet. [i]If only I could swap them back and forth,[/i] he thought to himself, glancing down at his lower legs.