[color=ed1c24][b]Berserker[/b][/color]
Interacting with: [@Turboshitter] Albert Prelati
[hr]
[color=ed1c24]“Bwahaha!”[/color] Berserker cackled, leaning back so quickly as to topple her own chair over, [color=ed1c24]“That’s it! That’s [i]exactly[/i] what this partnership needs! ”[/color] She then pushed her body forward in a motion evocative of a sit-up, lifting the back of the chair off the off of the wine-sodden carpet and ultimately setting the piece of furniture back on four legs. The pervasive atmosphere of pretense and artifice, up until then unnoticeable even by the paladin, had seemingly lifted with Albert’s insult with quite an ironic use of hell given its recipient.

[color=ed1c24]“I guess this is a good time to tell you that I know about that cat you froze, huh?”[/color] Berserker teased, grinning wildly and pouring herself and her Master out another drink, [color=ed1c24]“Well, it wouldn’t be the strangest thing I’ve seen magi do. [sub]Just clean up the mess, you know you're supposed to put food there right?[/sub]”[/color] She lifted it up. [color=ed1c24]“To a long and fruitful partnership. Together may we keep this Holy Grail out of the hands of those Godless heathens.” [/color]

And speaking of Godless heathens, the undercurrent of the two-person party changed in an instant. 

An eerie, pervasive silence settled over the Berserker. It was the kind of silence you hear in the calm just before the onset of war, comparable to Berserker’s earlier honorbound rage. But this was different, inherently so; it was not rage or sadness, nor excitement or dread. It was the reaction of a traveler on a long and familiar path: a frighteningly controlled, yet tired, focus. In her eyes, there was something that evoked an aged lion. 

[color=ed1c24]“A Saracen Assassin, you say?”[/color] The paladin gently, metronomically swirled the remaining alcohol in her drink. [color=ed1c24]“I had expected such a thing; the Assassin Class is itself a catalyst for one of the Old Men of the Mount, but the reality of their heinousness is quite chilling indeed.”[/color] She took a drink calmly, then set the crystal down firmly and with finality. [color=ed1c24]“They say mankind reaps what it sows; Assassin has sown death, so death he shall reap.”[/color]

Berserker stood from her seat and rolled her shoulders. [color=ed1c24]“There is no glory in putting down an honorless dog, but the Lord calls on His flock to take upon themselves even the lowliest of action in service to their fellow man,”[/color] in an instant, she donned her armor, and body facing the window, fell to her knees in prayer. 

[color=ed1c24]“So I shall do this as I strive to do all things: In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost…”[/color] After forming the sign, she lifted her hands to the sky, the venerable Durendal manifesting atop it. Her words, spoken in an alien tongue - Latin, Hebrew, Enochian, it could have been anything for all Albert knew - cast the blade in a golden light. This litany continued for a time, until Berserker did the sign once more, and stood from her prayerful position, turning to Albert and say: [color=ed1c24]“It is done. Now then M. Prelati, let us begin our inquisiton.”[/color] She threw Albert over her shoulder.[color=ed1c24] “I’ll trust you to show me the way; leave the landing to me.” [/color]

Berserker jumped out of the already shattered window and into the Fuyuki skyline.