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

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

Current Location -- Canal District - City of Science and Industry Building[/b][/color]
[@KoL][@ItMeGritty][@King Cosmos][/center]

The world shattered beneath them, yet the Khan did not break with it. The trashcan was blocked easily of course, the real surprise was in the fact that the Servant had the Strength to block even a single strike from Berserker. Of course that was all the strength he had, just enough to block a single strike. So he had changed tactics, so he had decided to go on the retreat to try and buy time for formulating a plan. It mattered not, there was no plan that could overcome raw power. Just as one cannot stop a hurricane, for a single man to stop Berserker's charge was a fool's errand. Just like the Lancer she fought before, he used all of the range at his disposal to keep her away from him. And just like the Lancer she fought before, he would eventually tire and slip, allowing her to strike the finishing blow and then find his Master. An overhead crush was barely redirected to the ground, the spray of concrete shrapnel peppering the Servant and hopefully drawing first blood. This would have pleased Mordred were she a Saber. 

However the dance quickly grew irksome, each swing accented by a louder roar from Berserker as she tried to kill the Servant before her. This was taking much too long, even now Berserker could feel her Master struggling to provide her with enough mana to sustain battle. Were this the first battle of the night, had she the reason to hold herself back from using so much energy at all times, perhaps she could have finished this battle of attrition on the winning side. What an annoying pesk, a fly that would not buzzing about her in an attempt to keep her attention away from his equally annoying Master. No, to call this Servant a fly was an insult. Throughout the exchange of blows, Berserker had unconsciously identified the presence of this Servant before her. He was not Arthur, she had already found Arthur and this was not him, but he certainly had the presence of one who ruled over others. He carried the weight of a people on his shoulders, he fought with the will to protect his country. To call this Servant a fly was an insult to the title of king, something that she had sought to try and gain recognition from her father. Her father who she so loved[sup]hated[/sup]. This made her mad.

[color=red][b]"▂▂▃▃▄▄▅▅"[/b][/color] With a roar, she activated the shroud for a brief moment, just enough for two actions. The first was a disappearing act, whereas one second she had been in front of the Lancer, she had seemingly teleported behind him with impossible speed. It was with that same speed that she performed her next action, swinging towards Jangar's left shoulder in an attempt to cleave him in twain from shoulder to hip.