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

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

Current Location -- Core District, Ritz Hotel[/b][/color]
[@KoL][@Cu Chulainn][/center]

She tore through the walls like they were tissue paper, preparing to pursue the Lancer that had dodged her blow by the slimmest of margins. Every narrow escape by the man only enraged her further, she swung with wild abandon as she tried to halt her momentum and move towards Lancer once again. Yet something intercepted her, something with enough strength to take her blows and roar in return. This knight's armor was different, but just as Saber could smell the beast within Berserker, she could feel the presence he gave off. The presence of a king, of one who slew monsters like herself while being a monster in turn. The one who united Britain, the King of Knights, that thing could only be... 

[center][h2][color=red][b]"ARTHUR! ARTHUR! ARTHUUUUUUUUUUUR!"[/b][/color][/h2][/center]

She was sent flying back by the force of his Noble Phantasm, crashing onto the street as the hotel crumbled around him. He stood upon the hill of swords with blade in hand, this would be the moment, she would prove herself worthy to her father and then kill him, she would become king. Even with her Madness Enhancement active, no, especially because her Madness Enhancement was active, her emotions shone through in front of the one she loves[sup]hates[/sup] most. Her mask began to crack and fracture, her holy sword crackling with crimson lightning, a symbol of her love[sup]hate[/sup] for her father. She would channel all her feelings into her next swing, she would show that she was worthy as she demolished the country she sought to rule. She would become the king of-

[center]"B͖e̲͓̣̰̗r͔̻̤̟s͍̙͙̫̤͉̗e̸̱̱̩̯͖̪͇r͓̤̠̖k͉̮̱͡e͇̩̝r̗̹̫̰͕ͅ,͏̟̗̱ ͖͙̠̖͖̀c͕̗̙̗͎̪ome̡͖ ̼͉̘b̫̳a͡c͏̳͇̦͉k̝̰̹̲͖̕ ̜͙̱͍̮̘t̥̩̹͡o̷ ͚̯m͘ẹ̡͇̱̭͈! ͕̘̲͜D̘o̳̞͖̼̫̝̞͝n̫͍̤̲̬̕'̱̮̝̟͓͍t̢̩̲̝̟̝̜̜ ̼̺̪̰m̷̜̞̯̠̘͓a͍̼̲̘k̻̹̦e̴̥̻͈̩ͅ ̘͙̠̬̗̣m̶̬̞͖̜͓e̯̥͚̝̖̞͙ ̠̝͉̖f̨͇or̘̮͚͍͠c̞e ̘̯̱͎̹̣y̡̬̪͚̝̜̳̟o҉̼̱̜̥̟̮̻ư͕̗̠̟̣̝ ̲͖̝̘͖͕t̞̙̬o͕,̹̦̣͍̘ ̨̩̠̬̜̦̫jṳ͖̼̙̺s̷̳̺̲̫̻t̰̹͙ ̸̮̞̭̦͇r͚̥̱͙̝͚ẹ̵̻̮̱̤t̷͍̫ͅr̹̯͓e̙̳͝aṭ̰͇ ̦͍̖͎ͅn͓͡o͇͚̥w͈͎̟͍!̴̭̬̖̰̻ ̶Y͓̦o̼̪u'̸̜ve҉͖̘̳̤̠ ̕d̳͖̤͎̭o͚̮͚͕̩n̗̫̝͎ͅe̴̺̻̪͈̗̠ ̤̼͙̞̰̦͚͡w͇͙̟̖̖el̶l͈͉ͅ ̗̤̖̳̣̞̕e̛̳̗̪͈̞̺̬n̴o̹̖u̫̦͉̗͎g҉̳͖͖̜̲̗h̛̞̪̯̬̹̭̙.̠̝̙͈ ̠̬̮͇̳͢C͚ọ̸̲̜̲m̬͙͠e̷͕̯̗ b͕̪͕̣̭̩͓͝a̹̳ͅc̴̙̯k̩̼̳̺.͓.͓̯̺͎͕͓̖̀.̩̖̦ ͖̗̗̪͍͍n̢͎͈̤͍o̡͇̹͇͇̖̼w!̛̹"[/center]

[color=red][b][i]W̝̤̤͙͖h̼̼͈̫̖͕͠a̗ţ̙̬?͇̭̲̼̕ ̲͈̯͚͖W̻̪̩h̡̭̩͓̦͕̰̖y͖̹̲͚͓͓ ̮̙̬͚̮̤w̨͈o̠̫͚̩ͅu͎l̞d̷̫̻̦̩̻̣ ̤̩̳̭̻͎̣y̩̯̳o̞͓͓̫̞̦u c̙̱͔̮a̟͙̹͘ͅḻ̣̪l ̷̪͉̺m͈̣͖̙̯̩̲e̗̗̲ ͕́b̩ac̰̥͎͙̠͙̀k͡ ̼n̶̙̦͙͉̭o͏̳w̞͇͡ ̸̬̺m̯͓̭̻o҉̥̯͕̺̜͓͉t̗̠͖͎͎͈h͇͍e̺̗̮̬̪͜r͙̲͉̤̰̬͙? ̛͍͕W̶͈͎̰̹̰̘h͎ý̞͙͖͖̪̠͙,̺̮̘͎͟ ̷͔̞w͚͎͓̼̫̤͠h̥̪̝̬̮̺e̺̣n̴̰̺ ̰I̧̥̗̘̳̺̘ ̼̯̟̰̹a̴m̱̣̤̣ ̣͙̳͔̫̘̕b̰u̶ţ̺̤͙͚͍͍ ̺̙̺̜͖̩͠a̭̝ ̰̼͈͎͕̻̺m̵̱e̱̯̝̝͕r̠͍̮͢ȩ̞̩͍̦̣ ́s̥͚̠͕̮̺͞t̖̠e̥̳̮̭͝p̪̲͓͕͈ ͇͓̩̗͉̥͖͘a̷͖̰̟͔w̧a̧̫̝̱̺y̺ͅ f͚̫͇̩̼̜ro̬͟ͅm̼̖͈̫͡ ̕t͏̞̝̩̜̯h͏͚͈͍̘ͅȩ̱͖̱̦̺̞ ̼͎͙̬̮͍͚v̫̗͉̼̬i̜̜̗̩ͅc̜̙̘̮̜̳t̲̼̯o̯̬̬͚͟r̥͡y̸̱̮̯ ̯̙̳͕̟͘ͅy̝͍͠o̫͕͎̹̰̗u̶̫͖͕̫ ͎͓̼͎̪͎͎s̜̥̱o͈͓͕̗̥ ̰͈̪d̴͖͉͙͇̮̼̱es͍͖͕̠̩̪͠p̵͍̥̗͎̹e̘̺͞r̸̮͍̱͇̪̱a̛t̺͠ͅe̥̙͈̞͡l̤y ̴̤̞̫̺s̝͕̣̕ẹ͈e͍̪͢k҉͕͇?̭̰͍͔͔̻ ̬̜̤̲̮A̰̮̫̘̳̼͙h̙̫̭͇̹̭̺,͈͝ ̰̺̻̤̼i͓t͈͖ ̯is҉ ̢b̠̣̱̥e̻̣̝c̨̘̼̺͓͙͎̯a҉̙u̙̺͕͠s̮̗ͅe̟ ̧̭͕̺̺̫͚̤o̷͇̱̳̯͔̣f͔̮̜̻ ̫̣̠͉t͔͓̬͙̲̝h̕at͉̮̳͖̟̫ͅ ͔̞͕̺͔͡i̦͜n̸̟͇͓̥s̥̺̪͔e̷c̷͚̼͍̞t̡ ͇͓̮̱̩͔̀į̰͈̯̠̘͈ş̭̙͚̬̬͍n͇̯̪̬͔̹'̤̮̯̠̦͎͞t̶͓̹̩̫̹̰ ̗̜͖̟͔͘it̻̲͈͍͚?͚̬͍̯̤ͅ ̙H͔̩̹̲e̫̥̪̪̮͎͡ ͕̬̫̮̙͎w̜a̬̫̞n͏̙̖̩̻̪t͉͞ś ̯̖͇͎͇t͉͕o ̳̠̞͕͝i̡̤̣ͅn̴t̳̬͈͉̟̹̕ͅe̯r̠͕͙f͞e̘̬̬r͈̟̪̭͉ḛ,̱̤̟̟͝ͅ ̷i͙͜n̠̺̣̘̗͎ ͕̙̫̳a͖̯͚ ̷̹̼͖͎͖̥d͈̠ṷ̰͉̰̺̪è̜̼͎͈̫͍l ̢̰̞̠̝͍͖̝b̝̱͉e̷t̞̼̼̺̱w͓͘e̹̹̥̭̼͡e͏̠̞n҉ͅ ̡͔͕̻̲̪͔ṱ̮̠͝w̞͖͇͔͙̫ò͚̗͉̭̩̙ ̠̝̪k҉̯̜̩͔͓̮n̡͎͔i̺̳̯͕ͅg̹͝ḥ̴̥͇ͅt͎̩̩s͚̭̠̰ͅ. ͎̠͙͕͚H͍̭̬͍͎ͅo̵̳͚w̦͕̺͈̗ͅ ͍̖͕̙̥̜ḏ̢̪e̪̖͝s̳̱͚̬̥̲̀p̴̗̞͎͚̣i̹̰͇͇̳ͅc͉̻͍̥a̵͕̯̖̜̜͇͇b͇͠l͇͓͓̞͉ͅe̖.̜̣͔ ̡͖̲̻̲̪V̥̝͓eͅr͝ý ̢͇̟̹͎͙͙͔w̛e̬̜̤̮͓̬̙l͈̬̼̣̪͙l̬̗̜͈͓ͅ ͚̮̳͕̤t͙͕̦͔̦͠ͅḫe͝n͔̖̖,̴̯͍ ̵̝̤̬̲͖̟͈I̖̘̺͟ ̞̘̪̮̯̻͡s͚̠̺̮h̩̘̫̲̲͝a͠l͙͙̗̤̙̠͘ͅl͡ ͏̞͚c҉̱̦̥͉̥o̡͈̝͚̪m̱̳͉̜͓̬̭e̘̝̺ ҉̜̙̠̮̤͈b̠̞͓a̬̪̪͕̼c̶̖̲̮̙̙ͅḵ̛͖̳ t̰̦̝o̳̻̙ ̘̰̥̱̭̺̪́y͍̞̭̙̼̯̖o̸͚̟͕̮͙̺u̘̼̲̖̮̗͜ͅ.̨̲̮[/i][/b][/color]

The Berserker stopped, lowering her blade as she stared at Saber with barely contained bloodlust. The lightning on her blade faded, dying out until all that was left was that flawless steel. No words were spoken, but the intent behind her gaze was clear to even the lowest of dullards. The next time they met, she would have his head. She would become the King of Britain, that land that she destroyed in her childish rage. Berserker leapt away towards the museum, satisfied with the knowledge that her father was here.