[center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/156808813687603201/348740988816326659/Servant_2_2small.png[/img][h1]Urquhart Castle[/h1]
【 Interacting with Sonja [@vFear]; Lancer & Rider of Red [@Cu Chulainn] [@KawaiiKyouko]; Saber of Black [@Turboshitter] 】
【 Magical Energy: 1200/1200 】[/center]

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He couldn't help but feel an ever-burning excitement within himself. While he had come to 'know' how the Holy Grail War worked, the fact that all of these Servants were summoned in a single place gave him a rather optimistic outlook on the going-ons of this sacred battle. After all, it was a competition in some ways, although the conflict could end up more brutal than desired. It was a well-known fact that ever since he had been a child, competitions of strength had been one of his most favorite activities, and even at this 'age', he still hadn't outgrown it. Or at least, those were his first thoughts concerning it. [color=6091e0][b][i]"I'm worried we're being followed..."[/i][/b][/color] Aaah, it was too good to be true after all. Nonetheless, the fact that the others hadn't begun fighting immediately on the spot meant they all likely had a good reason for it. Very well, he'd bear with it for now. 

While his Master went to collect something, he glanced over at the rest of those who had been brought down to this land by the ceremony of the Holy Grail. It was embedded into his 'Knowledge of this Earth' that all who were called down for the War were Heroic Spirits with great deeds and actions held to their name. Even though that was the case, there were only a few who fully caught the attention of his rather 'simple' mind. A white-haired man, adorned with an armor as graceful as it was threatening. The second; A woman not too tall, but certainly battle-hardened. He only gave them a few moments of attention, but it was clear to him already that those were the ones he wished to clash with the most. Neither of the two seemed to be Saber however, the reason for that being obvious when the light of the 7th circle begun to wither. Someone had failed their summoning, a young boy now on his knees, dressed in the failure of his attempt. It was strange, and sadly, he wasn't fast enough to catch on why. Only a few seconds passed before the next irregularity occured. 

His Master was overcome with pain, her eyes shutting tight. It was undeniably an unpleasant feeling to have all of the sudden, but at the very least, it served as an immediate warning for Berserker, his senses immediately steeling themselves for the occurence. What was percieved as an 'instant' by the people of this world, was merely a 'fast happening' for the supernatural Servants who had long-since grown accustomed to the concept of immediacy. Both him and his Master were in the line of fire, bound to get caught amongst the incoming rampage of offensive-type spells and lesser familiars that were being materialized in the hands of the hidden mages.

[color=fff200][b]"Tch!"[/b][/color] Practically acting on instinct alone, his arm reached out for- or rather, at his Master. With a Servant like this, there was no room for delicacy, but the Golden Boy knew very well of his own strength. She hadn't yet recovered from whatever it had been that assaulted her, but that wasn't a primary concern in this situation. A bolt of lighting, a quick single-verse spell, had been aimed through the cracks of the ruins. While not deadly, the nature of the spell made it near-instantaneous. The Golden Body forged from Mother Nature and its blessed enviroment could barely feel it scraping against his outstretched arm, yet was aware enough of it to block its path towards his Master. The muscular hand 'moved' her aside as lightly as he could when acting purely on reflex, resulting in her being flung aside behind one of the older pieces of rubble, the ongoing path of the barrage blocked off by a large piece of the ceiling lodged upright in the ground. 

All of it took but a single motion, but it was still one filled with regret and inadequacy. Around him, the young onlookers were falling to the ground in droves, their screams of terror driving into his senses. Because he was a Hero, he knew very well where his priorities should be. He had little hope of staying manifested in this world if he was to go after the children losing their last breaths in a desperate attempt to save them. The correct course of action was simply to secure the safety of himself and his Master, getting them as far away from the battlefield as possible.

But even if he was a Hero, he was Sakata Kintoki. The Golden Boy for young children to look up to, for them to depend on. His strength would give them a security and aspirations for the future, yet he was doing nothing to save them. For a brief moment, he could hear his mind begging to succumb to the Madness of his Class, to steal away his reason so that he would rush in without thinking about these unnecessary things. In the end, it was not the twisted mind of a Berserker that moved him forward, but the innate sense of justice that had been gained from his endless tales. His teeth grinded against eachother, taking a single step towards the screams. His back was turned away from his Master, not revealing his pained, yet enraged expression. However, despite his best efforts, his back screamed his desire to 'protect'.

[color=fff200][b]"MASTER!"[/b][/color]

A desperate yell for an order. For the premission that this 'beast' needed to go wild on the battlefield. 

Seconds. Mere seconds. It took no longer than that for his Master to respond to him. It couldn't be said yet if it was coincidental decisionmaking, or if it was a genuine affinity between Master and Servant, but his wish had been granted. 

[color=fff200][b]"I gotcha! Don't worry about me and just focus on getting as many as you can away from here!"[/b][/color]

He couldn't be happy during these circumstances, not at all. Rage however, was a different thing entirely. One long stride, continuing into the next. Massively broken footprints left behind by each area he trampled might as well have been crushed beneath the broken debris from the ruined castle walls for all the historical value it was to retain, as the Golden Berserker broke into a stampede. Utilizing the incredible burst speed of Servants, and the power of his own bear-like body, he resembled a bulldozer dropped onto the battlefield, tearing up the ground beneath as he rushed forward with his golden axe in hand. The only comfort that could be found in any of those inhabiting this battlefield were the ones behind that admirable back, lucky enough to have him on their side for this fight. 

[color=fff200][b]"LANCER! RIDER! I don't know anythin' about either of ya, but I'm lettin' you fight alongside the great GOLDEN Me tonight!"[/b][/color] 

His words had a lighthearted and arrogant sense to them, but the tone of his voice was everything but. It was impossible not to take this ambush seriously, and trusting 2 Servants he knew nothing about that he was bound to have to fight against eventually in the future was all but wise. However, if it meant saving the lives of those who had even just a single more day left in their bodies, then he would be willing to take that risk. It was strange. The man was undoubtably a demonic presence on the battlefield, instilling fear in those who dared to even turn their sights at him. Yet, that dependable spirit of his was similar to a divine spirit guiding people from above. 

Regardless of what he may be, his eyes were set on a single objective. The man heading down the green hill in the distance, fearless even with a Heroic Spirit moving towards him. A class feared in every Holy Grail War; [b]Saber[/b].