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[center][h1]Railroad Tracks. Battle For The Spear[/h1][/center]

There was an explosion, a conflict.

More importantly there was something of value, something that called out to Berserker. OR was it that he called out to it? Whatever the case there was something to take of value, and in that sense he and his master were united in desire.

But there were other tasks to take care of. The value of what appeared to be up for grabs was certainly high, but it was something far below the value of exposing a servant.

A general could not secure all points, an emperor could not pave every road in his kingdom. For an emperor, a general was but one man and his lands were large, his ambitions and needs even larger.

Yet an empire was only strong because an emperor could take into hand that which was beyond one man. The power of Berserker was not that of the lone hero, no. The power of Berserker was the power, and riches of his nation.

So the emissary of Berserker went in his stead. What blazed through the city with a speed was not the servant himself, even as it sped through with a momentum beyond most creations of the modern age.

No, what passed through the streets was not a servant, nor a beast. Clattering and ringing, it was a chaotic and noisy canopy of noise. It was the sound of an army marching to war, amplified in the mess of a most strange method of transportation. Bones creaked, armor clanged against the ground.

The distance from the church to the railway was devoured, and after traveling on top of the rails to its destination the emissary of the Emperor burst through the wreckage of the already mangled train to fly towards the familiar that had managed to grab the spear. The form of it revealed as a ball, a mass of skeletons wrapped together. [url=https://youtu.be/XaLv2J2SFwQ?t=42s]A Skeleton Ball[/url]

Falling upon the zombies that swarmed, it bounced after crushing the various bodies that had been gathered and then infested. Gore, poison and filth covered the ball as it finally collided with the familiar with the spear without any drop in speed.

Falling upon the familiar, a dozen hands reached out for the spear while another dozen grabbed at it, seeking to halt the momentum of that familiar and pull the spear along with it to pry it into its grasp.