[center][h2]Unknown Berserker[/h2]
Foreigner's Graveyard
[@Yukitamas][/center]
In response to Nakae, the irritation on the Berserker's brow only seemed to multiply, her jaw clenching in annoyance despite her tone still being fairly casual.

[color=ed1c24]"Oh, you wanted to check him out too, huh? That doesn't really help, y'know. If he gets in a fight before I get to see him, then he won't have time to recover totally. Ugh, there were prob'ly plenty of people who saw that last night too. Damn, damn, shouldn't have had Terror in that part of the city."[/color] She muttered to herself before shrugging a bit. Some of her presence dissipated, if only slightly, as she shook her head a couple times. 

[color=ed1c24]"Well yeah, for a scrawny little shit, you're right. More time I spend talking to you fucks is the more time I don't spend finding him, so just fuckin-"[/color]

[quote][color=9e0b0f]"We should run from this servant."[/color][/quote]

[color=ed1c24]"...eh?"[/color]

The Berserker's eyes flitted over to Muramasa with a trace of surprise as she heard him speak. What class was he, a Saber from the look of it? But that white-knuckle grip on his sword, that terrified glint in his eyes, that look that screamed silently as if the world around him was about to crumble. For the first time, Berserker properly looked at Muramasa, and her expression was gradually wiped over with an almost joyful grin as realization set in. 

[color=ed1c24]"No shit. You're scared right now, yeah? You're fuckin' scared of me. So in that case..."

[i]"...you're a demon, right?"[/i][/color]
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When dealing with one whose reason has decayed as much as this Berserker's, it was key to avoid anything that could trigger them to action. It could only be called unfortunate that Nakae and his Servant couldn't communicate mentally, in this instance. 

Prana flared up around Berserker, her grin being replaced with a manic smile as her eyes lit up. [color=ed1c24]"A demon Servant. God damn. Do you have like, demon limbs or something, or are you one of those fuckin' not-actually-demon beast demon things? Oh god, oh god, oh god, first [i]him[/i] and now a terrified-ass demon. Is this fuckin' Christmas or what?"[/color] She murmured to herself excitedly, blood-red tongue darting out of her mouth to run over her lips after she'd spoken. 

And as the flow of prana reached its peak, something in this world distorted.

...this is an aside, but it is said that there exists a being at the pinnacle of all Heroic Spirits. A golden king who possesses the right to wield a limitless treasury. A treasury filled with the legends of all heroes, as they are mere derivatives of him. A treasury filled with everything that humanity can ever create, as he is the greatest among kings. Against that golden king, all other Heroic Spirits are nothing more than fodder to be struck down. 

Berserker was not this golden king. Against him, Berserker would be no different. Her only outcome against him would be an absolute defeat.

However...

[color=ed1c24]"Come on, come on, come on, [i]show me more of that terrified expression[/i]-"

[center]   [sub]Gate of Hell[/sub]
"Devil's Treasury."[/center][/color]
As a tear in space, a pitch black portal formed in the air, a manic grin split her face nonetheless.

Yes, what she possessed could not hope to match up with what that king possessed, that monstrous power that is known simply as "human potential". 

But all the same, she possessed something that would strike down those who stood before her. 

There is always a world of death. An underworld, Hell, Naraka, Tartarus, something of this nature always exists. It is a basket into which mankind places its fears and that which it deems evil. A demonic sword fated to kill its wielder, a tome which summons horrors from another world, a curse that has acquired a biological form.

And as six cursed blades shot out of this portal, slicing through the air as they streamed towards Muramasa, the one who had conquered this world of death laughed, a frenzied cackle that shattered the air. 

It was that very Hell which the hapless Master and limited Servant now faced.