Nicola was standing in the deepest depths of the Snow Quad, the cold never bothered her anyway. It was time.
"I am Nordica, of the lineage of Son of Bran, descendant of Sigurd and heir to Gram,
I summon you, strafed in madness yet not of your own fault,
Royal and Divine, yet a beast to many mortal eyes.
I see you for who you are, 
A child of the stars.
Come forth!" 

Nicola thrust her hand holding the Berserker card firmly into the ground into the circle she had carved out, and the magic went everywhere. When it cleared, standing before her was a giant of a man, if you could say so.
"Master..." He growled.

"Yes I am. Well well well, are you a pretty one. But I'm afraid your pretty face will give away the game, put this on." She said clasping her hands and placing them on the ground, using her Alchemy to extract ore and form a metallic helmet. 
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"Perfect, Berserker. Shall we go?" She said as Berserker used one hand to lift her up and place her on his shoulder.