Stekkmen

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Magnumus Agoston, Centurion.

Level 3 - (17/30) EXP
Location: Small Town
Word Count: 341

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This meeting seemed much more copacetic than the last.

So nothing happened.

There was nothing to do in this town! He was eager to get back on the move. More over he couldn't very much relate to anyone here. Perhaps they could share stories one day, but this Galeem loomed over them and they were not safe in this town, not for long. Agoston ended up waiting in his kart for the convoy to keep moving. Princess Peach took the lead and Centurion swiftly followed suit, anxious to get back into the action. Even the karts were unnatural. But he was probably too big for a horse at this point. Still, the way they just moved along, rumbling to life, it was hard to get used too. Harmless nonetheless, he would just have to suck it up.

Glad to be back on the road Agoston hummed the lyrics of his favorite song. A simple but heartfelt ballad about a woman seeking her lost pet. What an arduos and long journey she went on, going to all different places and meeting all sorts of people. She made friends and enemies along the way. Centurion could relate to her more now than she ever could, for once he trekked miles across landscapes on his many repeated military campaigns, he always did it with a legion at his back. Now he felt like he was searching for his lost dog, out of his element and making do with what he had. Fortunately he still had mortal combat to engage in every once in a while. Far more, infact, than he did back in his world. Even though it was in shorter bursts and...surreal.

Eventually they crested a hill and Agoston took in the awe-inspiring and sweeping vista of the Land of Adventure.

"That's an adventurous land if I've ever seen one," He commented mostly to himself. "It is aptly named." He paused for a ponderous moment. A town lay ahead. Saying no more he crouched back into his kart and rumbled down the hill.

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Magnumus Agoston, Centurion.

Level 3 - (17/30) EXP
Location: Small Town
Word Count: 455

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Earlier-@Gentlemanvaultboy

Agoston looked down at Linkle after she chastised him for swiftly eliminating Grimm. "Never give your enemy the chance to strike you first. Kicking people while they are down is the best way to make sure your kicks land true. We fight for honor, not with honor. Those foolish men and women who believed in such naive fantasies are long dead where I come from. Victory is the ultimate goal, how one gets there is irrelevant." Happy with his "advice", Agoston strode away before the young hero could say anything at the time.

Hammerhead-@thedman

Centurion was immediately suspicious of the mechanic and the town's inhabitants. Everyone else he had met thus far was under Galeem's control in one way or another. The Centurion himself had fallen under the false god's control. Were it not for the pink pillow creature named Kirby, he would probably be some sort of creepy anti-Agoston puppet, wandering the wastes right now. The armored warrior shuddered at the scale of the tremendous loss of free will. This was a wrong that must be made right!

As such, Agoston stayed on the outskirts of town, searching for any sign of trouble. The group had grown somewhat. New members were being picked up all the time. The thought of not knowing half the members of this party made Agoston uncomfortable. Normally he would be asserting some authority over those he fought with. But this was a land of great warriors from all sorts of impossible places, and the Centurion sensed he would not be able to get them in line like he could a group of common peasants. So ultimately, they were to be left to their own devices. On the other hand, it felt good to be among peers. Rarely did he ever meet a warrior of his own caliber back in the Southern Empire. If he did, usually they were a Viking, or Samurai. Hopefully this relative lack of group cohesion wouldn't be an issue. Fortunately he had never seen a group of individuals so singularly focused on a task, as much as they enjoyed dilly dallying he must admit they always came through in the end. It would take months to train peasants to be so willing to throw away their life for a greater good.

Centurion ended up hovering a distance back from where Micheal and Franklin were. Lost in his own thoughts, Centurion shook himself out of his self-reflecting stupor and perked up. It seemed the gun-toting pair had noticed an old acquaintanced of theirs. While Franklin had proven to be a valuable sharpshooter asset to the cause, he didn't exactly come quietly. Thus, the Centurion "stealhily" observed what was happening from about 50 yards away.

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Still here. Things were busier this weekend then expected, but I should be able to get a post up within the next couple of days.

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Magnumus Agoston, Centurion.

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.

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

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

With a grunt, he flipped it back onto it's wheels. "Our enemies cannot stop us. Get yourself sorted out, everyone. Grab the big one, Bowser. Or somebody. I don't care. Glory awaits!" 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.

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Magnumus Agoston, Centurion.

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

The massive Centurion looked at the Grimm brother. The man raised a gun, and fired! Centurion's eyes widened and he brought his arms up infront of his face and chest to protect himself. A golden orange light formed and hardened around his forearms. The Deathspawn slammed into his arms, knocking them away and shattering the phalanx. A good amount of force made it to his core and the Centurion was knocked onto his butt.

"Oof!" He onomatopoeia'd. The wind was knocked out of him. As he grunted to his feet to assault the man who had done this, he realized has much smaller. Well, much smaller than he just had been. He was much bigger than he used to be, but now he was much smaller than he just was. The wizard's spell had failed. Damn!

Standing to his feet, the Centurion began clambering up the side of the hulking machine. The Grimm asked him to bring it, and thus he would! Eventually, he slowly made it up, wrapping his hand around a raised bar and pulling himself up.

"Come here! I'm going to..." He pushed on his knee and got to his feet. There was no one here! Whirling around he checked the left edge, and then the right. There he was! Linkle was standing near him, saying something and looking confused. Some sort of spell? There was no time to lose!

"Watch out, Linkle!" He shouted.

Before anyone could respond, Agoston leaped from the roof of the vehicle. "HaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAA-" Laying on his side in the air, he was to come crashing down upon the kneeling man with an incredible elbow drop!

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Magnumus Agoston, Centurion.

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. "Yes, Franklin!" 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. "Incredibilis!" 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.

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Magnumus Agoston, Centurion.

Level 3 - (2/30) EXP
Location: On the Road
Word Count: 417

Centurion looked on, determined, as the convoy retreated. That was too easy, he thought. It would also be a shame to have this giant effect wasted on such a small skirmish. His inner thoughts were confirmed as he saw a massive convoy approaching.

"That was just a scouting party, it seems. Here comes the real threat." His crimson eyes focused down on the intimidating monster truck. He could stare it down and- that was a lot of guns. That would be a wound that could put him out of the fight. Quickly, the Centurion considered his options. He could try and last through the beating, but he might not be able too. He could Phalanx, but that would shatter his shield for a long while, and ultimately do no good. That thing was coming straight for him with an intent to kill.

Cursing, the Centurion dodged his giant form to the side to avoid the gatling guns. The Brothers Grimm would thunder past. One of the Koopa nobility began assaulting the man on top, and would most likely defeat him. Whatever destruction that monster truck would wrought upon his allies, Centurion intended to immediately avenge. He quickly followed in it's stead, attempting to take on the metal menace with little to no help from his allies, save of course his immense size.

"Brothers Grimm! Prepare yourself for death!" He called out after them, making haste in their wake. Eventually, the Brothers Grimm would have to turn to make another pass at his allies, or perhaps he could just catch up with them normally. Centurion, being on his legs, would most likely be able to outmaneuver the monster truck, at least that was his plan.

His ultimate goal was to get his searing hands on the accursed wheeled monstrosity. He would peel off the exhaust pipes, and try and break the glass of the front window. If he could get his fingers into where the drivers sat, he could burn them alive with his newly granted abilities. All the while he would put his weight on the thing and grind his heels into the ground and try to bring it to a slow down.

Or, perhaps, he wouldn't be able to catch it, and would just chase it around for a bit. Either way, that would keep the monster truck off his allies long enough for them to destroy the other enemies and come assist him. 1 giant for another, it seemed like a fair enough trade.

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Magnumus Agoston, Centurion.

Level 3 - (2/30) EXP
Location: On the Road
Word Count: 522

The Centurion saw the Koopa King set up his barrier. That was an intelligent move. It would give their ranged fighters a station to fire from and put their karts alongside for cover, and give melee fighters like himself a place to recuperate stamina and composure. Now that they had the backline established, the Centurion decided he would be the one to establish the front line. Donnie, though they hadn't been introduced to each other yet, began to fire down upon the enemy karts. Agoston had never see anything like a kart before, let alone these mechanical horseless carraiges. Some of them were armed with guns, like Micheal, Franklin, and the Courier had.

Centurion swerved around Bowser's barrier to the right. Pressing a big, red, button the drill on the front of his kart began to spin. Leaning forward, Agoston drove into the fray. One of the enemy vehicles swerved to avoid Donnie's Chi blast, and Centurion took the advantage to break the car into pieces with the drill. "Woah! Hah!" Laughing, the Centurion began playing deadly bumper cars with the enemy.

Agoston began driving around, using his phalanx ability to protect himself and any nearby allies from gunfire.

Suddenly, one of Bowser's turtle friends spoke up. The wizardy one with the big blue hat.

"What?" He turned around, not quite hearing him over the bass-blasting music and roaring engines. Sorcery suddenly began to envelop him. Before he knew it, he felt himself becoming larger! He knew the feeling already. Clambering out of his kart, he watched in awe as he grew to be the size of a small building. Fortunately, this size increasing brought his armor to size with him, so it wouldn't just pop off of him.

He gave a nod of acknowledgement to the wizard and turned. He might be slower, but he was much more maneuverable than these enemy karts giving that he could run, walk, and stop in whatever direction he wanted. Therefore he could just raise his leg or dodge out of the way if they tried to ram his feet.

Agoston also moved his legs and used his phalanx ability to interrupt enemy fire, aswell as the now several inches think amount of steel he had to protect against the now tiny bullets.

He would attempt to snag at enemy karts, heat them up with his internal energy, and fling the now molten projectile at the other vehicles. Kicking and stomping them into pieces would also work. "This is fantastic!" His booming voice echoed across the battlefield. The mounted guns could not even reach his face if they turned all the way back! In this scenario, the Centurion felt invincible, and would put himself into the fight as much as possible to protect his more vulnerable allies and smash, toss, and melt as many enemy vehicles as he could.

In this way the Centurion was also a moving piece of cover. One of his tree-trunk legs, imbued with protective energy, could be used as a shield from enemy karts and gunfire. That wizard turtles drinks were on him for the rest of time!

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@Lugubrious For Centurion's level 3 power, I was thinking he could get the ability to heal off kills. He has the feat in the game called Body Count. The bigger the enemy, the more health he gets back. That way it gives him more sustainability. Does that sound fair/ balanced to you?

If not, maybe his new ability is just being able to summon and create a new, heat resistant gladius that matches his size.

I'm not sure which one.

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Magnumus Agoston, Centurion.

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

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"These things are puny." 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. "Even for regular sized me. I'd much prefer a mighty steed. Are there any giant flaming horses around?" 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. "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."

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.