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

Current Location -- Canal District - City of Science and Industry Building[/b][/color]
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Her blade connected with his body, no it was his spear, yet still met little resistance as his feet left terra firma and he tumbled through the air. He went crashing through the wall of a building off to the right, she could hear his bones crumble to dust as he fell to the ground along with the rest of the wall. His body was broken and shattered, a slight grunt of dismissal escaped her lips as she turned away from the wreckage. There was no joy in this victory, no time nor sanity to savor it, there was much work to be done if she was to protect her Master. She honed her senses as she began to look for the Master, he seemingly headed in that direction so she would have to-

Her Instincts screamed at her to block, had the Lancer been operating on full power she likely would have been hit due to her lapse in attention. As things stood she was barely able to parry the spear away, her shroud gone as she felt the bones in her arms vibrate. The parry was sloppy om top of that, giving the Lancer the opportunity to use her own momentum against her as he turned his spear around to strike at her face. She barely leaned out of the way in time, knowing that taking a blow from that kind of Strength would take away the progress she had worked so hard to grasp. And so the battle continued in such a way, with Berserker on the defensive as he swung at her with ruthless precision. 

But he was weak now, her initial blow had nearly finished him off. Each strike from his spear was met with a parry as Berserker slowly reclaimed the offensive, her monumental Strength more than enough to fend off the weakened Lancer. The fight continued like this for a bit, until Berserker roared and slammed Clarent, and Aram with it, into the ground. The spear was pinned to the ground by Clarent, making pulling it away in time impossible. The shroud of raw power flared up around Berserker, a snarl plastered onto her face as she took one hand off of Clarent and thrust it directly at the spear, seeking to snap it in half with a clean blow.