Again the sorcerous demon spat its evil spells towards the warrior, a few of its bullets raked across his left arm. Puncturing his bicep before passing through him, its speed barely halted by his mortal flesh. Pain would normally have seared across him, but the strange numbness and burning of the berserker rage was drowning out whatever pain the demon could provide. The chase was on, and the air had somehow grown more frigid.

A problem for the weak.

His body had begun to steam in the cold of the air, through the nostrils and eyeholes of his pelted beasts. His own eyes bloodshot, visible through the eyeholes of a bear, glared down at Cho. Movement, retreat, chase and kill. Though he didn't seem aware of it, Feidlimid was hot on the sorcerer's tail. Dragging behind him, his weapon tore the earth apart more and more as he ran. The noise was tremendous, though not enough to drown out the speach of Kolskegg. A wizard, magic user ilk. Barely noticeable as the Raven chased his prey, though possibly the source of the cold. 

With his blade in his left arm, and blood oozing down his sleeve, Feidlimid chose upon an easier method of attack as Cho turned around. Whipping his weapon and firing off another shot, directly into his right kidney and out the back of his torso. Blood stained the ground behind him and the newly fallen sleet from Kol's frost magics. 

As Cho spun around to unleash his own attack, Feidlimid had raised his right arm upwards and threw a harsh punch towards the throat of the demon. Even before his opponent had turned to face him, he knew that he was about to turn. A marksman always turns while retreating, an attempt to catch their enemy off guard as they flee. It doesn't work on Berserkers, they're too fast, even in their heavier armor. 

A normal human couldn't reply to an attack like this, but the Raven wasn't normal. 

He was a beast given the body of a man.