[center][h2]Kriemhild[/h2][/center]"This isn't half as useful as I thought it would be. If she won't defend herself even after an attack like that, it'll be impossible to judge anything other than the information we have at the moment," Kriemhild said as she maneuvered her mount away from Berserker. She expected a much more forceful reaction. Being met with something less threatening than the mewling of a newborn kitten was a massive disappointment.

"Very well, I was waiting to make use of this later, but you leave me no choice," she said to herself before extending a pointed finger towards the rageless Berserker. "Consider this an honor, child. You'll be bear witness to Lord Wotan's true wisdom, the real power of his Primordial Runes," Kriemhild said to the Master clinging to her as she drew another rune in the air with a swipe of her fingertip.

As soon as she finished, the atmosphere rumbled with power. Contrary to the traditional runes and staves she had been using until now, this was legitimate Magecraft from the Age of the Gods, a power strong enough that only the best of the mage killer Servants would have any hope of shrugging off its effects. The secret she invoked came from the rune of Thurs, the God of Thunder, son of Wotan, a warrior whose rage had no limits and, the effect she imposed on Berserker was just that: the mad rage of the God of Thunder. A blind and bloody rage of the greatest of all Berserkers.

"Go, nameless Berserker. Let us see what what you can do when you are at your peak. Let me judge if your strength is worth adding to our cause," Kriemhild said, again to herself, as she filled Berserker's heart with a rage that only she could extinguish.