Here's a friendly reminder of how Centurion is still pretty broken.
Robin sighed as he crossed out the name from the list. Chrom had assigned him to another recruiting session as the Shepherds needed more soldiers for the war against Valm. So far, the recruiting had been a bit dull. Most of the Shepherds were wiping the floor with the candidates and very few of them were able to pass the test. Robin was close to calling it quits as he felt like there were enough recruits for the army already. That was... until a large man wearing a metal face mask giving him the face of a stoic warrior, he wore a bronze segmented chestplate, together with a strange studded leather skirt, and a rounded helmet with a decorative crest. He had bronze bracers and knee-high leather boots. He gave off an air of superiority and gruffness, intimidating Robin a bit.
"Uh... Are you here for the recruitment?" Robin nervously asked.
"Yes, my name is Octavius Tacitus." The large man replied in a deep voice. "I am here for the recruitment."
"Er okay then..." Robin said while bringing out some papers. "I'm going to need you to fill out these forms for now."
"Okay, thank you." Octavius said while grabbing a pencil and sitting down from afar.
"What's with him? I'm feeling very uncomfortable with this." Robin thought while pulling his collar to release the tension.
Octavius stands up again, and hands the papers to Robin. Robin scans the papers. So this man was apparently part of a mercenary group known as "The Iron Legion" and he was a shortsword user. Robin took a look at Octavius' weapon and saw that it was short and simple, which could also be said about the man's attitude.
"Okay... Everything seems to be in order." Robin said while handing the papers to Octavius. "Please go to the next room for the trials."
"Okay."
Robin waited until Octavius exited the room, as he put up a CLOSED sign on the table. That man was too interesting for Robin to miss his trial. Robin snuck into the next room and ducked. Robin hid by the stalls as he saw Octavius walk into the arena. Octavius approached the tall man in ornate armor, whom Robin recognized to be Frederick. Sully was in the back, dueling some other men with joy.
"Is this the trial for the recruitment?"
"As a matter of fact, it is." Frederick said curtly while facing the equally tall man. "May I see your papers?"
Octavius hands his papers to Frederick, who reads through them and asked.
"So you have previous combat experience?" Frederick asked.
"Yes."
"And you were part of this mercenary group known as the 'Iron Legion'?"
"Yes sir." Octavius replied curtly.
"So you won't mind if I test your prowess as a mercenary then?" Frederick inquired politely.
"Of course, go ahead."
Frederick then pointed to the equipment.
"Do fifty lifts, fifty pull-ups and then run around the obstacle course without a single mistake. Then come back to me."
"Yes sir."
Robin gasped at the demanding training regiment, Robin barely made it through fifty lifts, how would this man even complete all three. But the man seemed too stoic not to care, he begins doing the lifts, and Robin began to take count. Fifty lifts later, and Octavius is doing pull-ups like he wasn't even tired. And fifty pull-ups later and the man was still handily breezing through the agility course. Contrary to how heavy his armor looked, this man was a great jumper and could leap from obstacle to obstacle without much problem. It was so impressive that the other recruits and soldiers stopped and stared at Octavius. Octavius returns to Frederick, who was very surprised at the man's passing of his test.
"So... Octavius, how often have you trained?"
"I have trained most of my life sir. So I am very adept in combat."
"Okay... Your fitness has already defined itself, now for our last test." Frederick said while pointing to a short-haired redhead with a spear. "You will be dueling against one of our best, Sully."
"Wait, is punching and kicking allowed?" Octavius asked. "I just want to make sure."
"Anything's allowed! As long as you can beat me!" Sully said while readying her spear. "And judging from your performance, this is going to be fun."
Octavius drew his gladius and got into stance. He and Sully began to circle each other. Sully went in for a strike as she thrusted her spear forward. Octavius saw through this and parried the thrust, shocking Sully.
"How'd you see that!?"
Octavius offered no answer, as he then pounced at Sully, who barely blocked his strike. It seemed like a stalemate, but Octavius used his free hand to jab Sully sending her back. Sully loses her balance and trips, with Octavius pouncing onto her and putting his sword against her neck.
"I win."
The spectators were shocked that Octavius had won so handily. Sully was in shock at her quick loss.
"H-How?"
Octavius offered no reply as he stood up. But he turned to see a shirtless man with an axe, smirking at him.
"So ya beat Sully huh? Let's see how well you'll do against the Vaike!" The man taunted, before charging at Octavius.
Octavius instead rushed forward and kicked the man, before charging an attack. Vaike successfully parries the attack, saving him from the blade. But Octavius then jabbed Vaike as he was then knocked back. Vaike was stunned by the attack, giving Octavius time to jab him again, before grabbing him and smashing his face with the hilt of his sword, and then pushing him to the ground. Octavius took a breath as he then turned to Frederick, who readied his lance.
"Impressive, you managed to beat two at once. But let's see how you'll handle a third opponent."
"Frederick! That's overkill! We need him!" Robin frantically thought.
Frederick and Octavius circled each other, before Octavius then pounced at Frederick. Frederick blocked the attack, with Octavius charging another jab. Frederick dodges the jab and shoves Octavius, before thrusting his lance at him. Octavius then parries the strike and then grabs Frederick's face and kneeing him. Frederick was stunned as Octavius charged another kick, before a charged heavy, and then a jab, which knocked Frederick down. Robin was shocked to see Frederick put down so quickly. Octavius sighed and sheathed his sword as he looked at his three opponents, before he heard clapping.
"That was outstanding! I didn't think I'd meet a warrior such as yourself!"
Octavius saw a blue haired man walk up to him. He had a weird tattoo and a sword that had a hole in the hilt.
"Who are you?" Octavius asked.
"Where are my manners? I am Prince Chrom, leader of the Shepherds."
Idea popped up suddenly, enjoy!
