Venetus smiled at ASaber, "I am not a Roman, I am a child of war! Rome is my brothers legion and I only have access to that power as he allows me to. But let me cast away that shame and fight you as a true child of Mars." Venetus began to glow, his Noble phatasm the same one that usually turn him into his wolf form, yet increased his insanity was the blessing of Mars, it released your inner warrior, now ASaber was fighting him as a man, Venetus was not lower himself to Rubers ways of rage and torment, he would fight with honour for once, they had indeed taken on a fight that the odds were looking slimmer and slimmer by the second. He would not die a beast, his brother had become a god and had been forgotten forever in tow to the ruthless beast that he shared not only his life but his mana with, so he passed over the feral within him, the ability still increased his madness but this time it was his love of War.

He held the Castor sword in his hand, and looked at it, his own reflection looked back at him in the form of Castor. But then it crackled the electricity and fire from the sword felt at home within Venetus grip. 

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Venetus roared out and jumped to meet ASaber, their swords clashed in midair. 

Ruber danced away from Berserkers first strike to remove his arm, but this Berserker was fast and tenacious, the other enemy Berserker was still covering his face as his master ran to comfort him. "Berserker!" Nicola called. 

But then Ruber sensed something, Venetus was being an idiot and fighting the enemy Saber head on, they never did things like this. What was he thinking, it was then he was caught off guard and RBerserker trust struck home and went between Ruber's ribs. Instantly the Roman king roared out and in a flash grabbed the blade that was still lodged in his stomach and his eyes began to glow with hatred and madness.