[center][color=red][b][h2]Berserker[/h2]

[i]Mordred -- The Knight of Treachery[/i]

Current Location -- ???[/b][/color][/center]

[center][i]"Berserker, can you hear me? I have a mission for you. Go to this location, you'll find more enemies there. Eliminate anyone that you see as a threat, and then come back home. Tr҉̺̩͈̳̠̼̦y̱̣̜̙̟͕ ̦̤̺̹̙t̞̣̱̝̩͈͡ǫ̗̩̼͍͖ ̳d̫͎̩o ̣̥͕͓ͅs̻̻͙̮̝͞o͔͎̝ ̟w̬̰̖̜͓i̫͔̥̲̭͘t͎̹͕h͎͚̰ ̭͜ą͓͎s͙̹̘͇̲͉ ̡͚̗͍͚̺͔̖l̛i̢̞̯͙̼t̸̰̖̥͍̗̭ͅt̮l̶ẹ͈̙ ͠n͏̤̟̮̮e͔̭̖̠e̝̣͇͟d̲̟l̼͖͍ess̛͎̩̮̮͍ͅ ̧̤͖͙ͅd͍͍̩e̺s͓͕̩̬͡t̞͈̰r̢̹͔̗̘͍̦̰u͏͉͈̲͓̲c̤̠̖̜̺t̸͚͇͎͉̙͍̻io҉̠̩̘͚̰n͏̼̪͇̝̥̮̫ ą͈̳s̸͇̳̰ ̤͈p̦̺͢ọ̜s̵̪̱̪̣̻͕s͇͙̜̥i̷̳͙̳̙͖̥ͅb̺l̮͙͓̟͚e̤̯̬ͅ,͠ a̬͖͎̱̕͝n̥͚̭̙d̴̩̣̣̩̦͔̬,̥̠̫͎͖̪̳͜ ̜̙̟͕͎̲͘i̸̟̝͞f̵͔̘̝̫ͅ ̱̖͇̟̲͇͖̕t̶̼͈̣̜͈̟̝ͅh̠̬̦͙͎͘͜ḛ̵̼͉̱ ̢͕̱̱̙̠f͓ͅi҉̯̮͢g̼̼̻̖̦̮h̻͖t̶̡͔̫̦̜̺̹̫̦ ̡̛͔̺í̴͙̟̱͞s҉̲̲̳̙̺̼ͅ ̧̬͈̞̤̳̻͘t҉̹ͅo̖̭̪̮̬͙̤o͎̙͖̜̜͙͟ ̨̼̮h̠̬a̳̮r̸̹͎̗̱̝͉͙͢͠d̸͈̱͔̳̞̟̼͇͈͜͢,͉̰͙̱̜͉ ̦̯j̸̫͈͎̬̝̕͝ͅú̙͙͓͉̟s̹̣̜̳͎̀t̶̪ ̛̮̠̖̳̜̘͓r̵̞̲̠͢e̷̞͚͈̗̮̪͠t̶̫͕̯̳̩̪͍͜ͅr̬̥̼̱̰͞e̵͏͉̙͞ͅa̖͚͍̣͇̦̯̣͕͠t͇͕͢.҉̴̙̼̪̦̹̲ I̴͍̙̣̣̘̗̯̫͈̗̼͎̠̙͠͝f͔͎̦̖̙̠͖͔͉͚̣̫̣͙́͟ ̻͕̜̖̰̠͝y̷̧͔̟̪̣͚̻̼o͕̮̯̤̟̮͚̩̙̩̱͜͞͞ù̶͇̝̭̖̜̖̥̥̘̬͚͓͉͕͉͔ͅ ̷̨̡̪͖̞̙͈̳͍͖̤̤͎̟̼̤̯͍͜ͅw̷̘̭̩̹̪̺̮̗̭̭͓̬̖͘͜ͅͅơ̵̢̨͙̥̖̠̝̗̣̥̖̭̗̲̫͚u̷͎͎̹͖̹̤̤̞̝͇̠̯̼̼̤͍̮̞̙͠n̶̠̞̪̱̥̰̘͖͙͉̳̟̰̹̦̬̖͟͟ͅd͏̴̤̭̬̮̭̻́́͘ ̵̠̖͚̳͖͓̝̫̞͇̠̳̞̮̩́͘ţ̙̮̜͙̺̙̬͖͘͡͡h̀͏̛̙͖͔̯̟̟͇͕̪̫̳̺̯̺͕̱̳̯̤͘é̜̟̹̻̻̮̭̙̬͜͡ͅm̢̪̬͔̪̰̞͇̝͈̬̦̦͔͓͇̩̰̠̕͞ ̵̛͓̮͖̼̤̙̘̹̻͉͙͕͢͞͝ͅI̸͏̼͖̜̤̞̠͖̜͉̰̼̺̭͇̲͎̠'̞̞̫̝̙͔̟̣̝͝ḿ̮̣̟͍́̀̕ͅ ̶̢̛́҉͕͖͉͖̯̗̞͍̳͖͈̗͕͙s̵̥̦̭̖̹͚̪̬̀u̸͖͖͇̱͜͢͞͠r̷̸̰͍̹̱̙̰̭̤͚̱̬̩̥͙͈͇̹̹̻͜e̸̟͓̜̟͠͠͞ ͘҉̡̞̪͓̺͍͔̟̦̫̖̭̟́̀w̶̢͚̜͇̟̦̲̜̰̟͚̠͈̕̕ͅe̦̖͕̖̗̮̞̝̦͔̥͢͠ ̢̰̞̺͈͜͝͠ḉ̱̜̥̮̻͓͉̼̲̫̣̤̙̻̳̲͜͠a̧͚̘͕͔̳̺̖̼̯̫̭̘̤̝͎̦̠̫͎͢͜͞n̶̸̸͏҉͈̮̦͚̬̥͔ ̶̢̟͇̝̦̫͍̗̬̻͔ć̢̜̮̠͇̙͘͟͝ơ̴҉̛̳̻̯̟̙̜͇͈ͅͅḿ̵̖͎̟̹̟̱͈̫͇͚̯̝͕̗̫̰̳͟͠͝e̷̛̻̲͈͈͕̳̼̯͕̝̯͠͡͞ ͏̲̹̤̥̦͚̠̣̭͟͞b͝͏͚͍̪͉̲̳͈̥̜͚a̶̱̟̖̲̳̺̹̙͕̭̬͙̖̤̗̯͠ć̶̷̨͉͙̜̩̱͎̥͙̰̖͎͜k̨͏͚͍̳̟̬̘̪̗͡ ̢̡̝̖̼̣̝̘̤̱̺̣̖̦̕t̢̼̘͕̠̲͓̱̟͔͕͘͡ǫ̵̝͔͖̻͉̬͔̱̖̗͉̮̙̬̲͘ ̢̛̀͏̣͚̹̩̣̫̦̀f́҉̥̭̪̯̯̮̩̰̙̲̀ͅi̝̤̩̻͕̜̦̘̪͙̭͕̜̞̟͘n̸̵͓̝̰̹̲̞͍̟̗̖͈̪̤̝̭͞ͅi̸̴̵̛̫͈̥͚̺̖̤̬̙̤͕͡s̵̡̛̤̹̯͎̰͈̺͔̥̲̬̬̙͈͙̣̫͟͠ͅh̶̨̞̹͎̲͎̘̪̮̣̕͟͠ ̡͎̤̙̜͙͉̙̠̝̘̕i͝͝҉̵̺͈͈̦̟̖̮͎̹̝̳͡t̷́͝͏̤͍̟͈ ̢͚̠̥̬̞̪̖̕͝l̴͏̸͕̲͔͈̲̰̳̦͠ͅa̮̹̰̰̘͍͕̬̤̣͠͡t̛͓̫̠̝͟è͢͟͢҉͍̦͈̣̞̙̟̞͉̝͖̖̫ͅr̸̦̩͍̲̘̭̬̺̥̀͠.̡̞͎͙͇͟ ̵̷̨̝͈͎̺̼̭̖̣͈̣̕Ó̧̠̲͖̬͈̩̱̖̙̭͠ͅt̴̷̨̯̖̼̩̹̪͚̻̫̥̣̘͇̜͇̹͈͞͠h̡̙͔̹̲̥̝̘̭̳͕̲̥̪̪̰̫͈͞ͅè̴̡̛̘͕̩͇̥̳̠͚̫͚̻r̸̻̟̱̳̦̜̜̣̯͈͎̱̗͠ ̫̞̞̤̮̙̤̤̞̤̩̭̙͎͎̞͢͡ţ̛̛̫̺̤͎̘̬̲͔̦͈̗̣͖̳̭̖̤̗ͅh̤̰̺̀ą̴̠̯̰͡͡n̢̙̮̥͖̻̜̟̩̙͟͟͠ ̵҉͖̯͎͉͇̱̻̲̥ͅţ̛̛͉̯̹̳̣͔̘̺̩̞̬̬͠͝ḫ̶͈̗̩͕̣̞̻̖̩̪̫̼̖̬̝̞͢i̸͚͎̟̫̰̜̱̺̗̤̮̮͞s̷̨͍̦̦̩̗̟͉̬̰̖̮͓͍̻̻̲͟ͅͅ,̟͕͓͔̲͍̫̞͉̦̗̺̥͈̤̠̱͜͟͡͡ ̵̛̘̦̬̯͖͉̳̪͇́d̵̛͝͏͙̳͎̤͕ǫ̶̩̥̟͕̙͍̮̰̱̗̖͈́̕͘ ̧͏̛͎̝̟̟̳̳̙̪͕̱̰̺͓̻̝̦̤̞̳̕a҉̶̡͈̪̪̜̲̼̀ͅͅs͘͏͇̪͎̦͔̯̙͎͝ [/i]

[color=red][b]It was all white noise, completely ignored by the Berserker. Her mission was to kill the enemies of her Master, that was all that mattered. Retreat was not an option, not when she had nothing to hold her back. Tonight, her enemies would die.[/b][/color]

She roared into the night, blasting off to her next battlefield with all the force she could muster. Her shroud was not activated, not yet, but her immense Agility and Strength made getting to the Workshop a trivial matter. She was there within minutes.

She stood outside the building silently, the sole noise in the area being her deep and heavy breaths as she tried to find them. Yes, it was there. The one she needed to kill was there, the dead one was above, in a hotel room.

[color=00aeef]"I understand your need to avenge your comrade. However, I must recommend that we try diplomacy first. The Berserker I encountered is extremely powerful. We cannot possibly take them on ourselves. She's already got the taste for blood..."[/color]

It was unfortunate just how right he was.

[center][h1][color=red][b]"▂▂▃▃▄▄▅▅"[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

The Berserker had returned to finish the job.[/center]

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[center][color=red][b][h2]Berserker[/h2]

[i]Mordred -- The Knight of Treachery[/i]

Current Location -- Core District, Ritz Hotel[/b][/color]
[@ItMeGritty][@Seirei No Hai][/center]

She burst through the window of their hotel room, ascending from a straight jump from the street below, shrouded in that same mysterious aura from the night before. Her eyes connected with that of Honda, one of the premier legends of Japan, and she realized she failed to finish the job last night. That would not be a mistake that happened twice. She ignored Ryte completely, moving past the homunculus with nary even a glance to acknowledge her existence. It was clear that eliminating his Master would not be enough to kill this pesky Heroic Spirit, no it would have to be a decisive kill.

She roared at the Lancer, the ground beneath her crumbling  with each step as she dashed towards Honda with arm outstretched. It would be a clean lariat, with enough force to decapitate the heroic spirit should it connect. Or it would be if Mordred did not change tactics at the last moment, ducking low and moving for an uppercut as she moved into Honda's guard once more. Every fiber of her being cried out for this man's death, while undoubtedly every fiber of Honda's being cried out to flee. Scurry and flee like the dog he is.