[center][h1]Berserker of Mt. Ooe[/h1][h2]Fuyuki Park, Heat of Battle[/h2][/center][hr]
Such harsh reactions, and from such objectionable people too... Was it too much in this wretched era to let bygones be bygone and enjoy a good night's revel? It may take two to dance as they say, but even a party of one can make its own fun. The smile persisted as she licked her lips, navigating the fangs with a glint in her eyes. 

She called out, just as sweetly as before "[color=a187be]It's okay little girls and boys, I can promise you this much-[/color]" And then she was gone, her movement a blur that no human eye could ever hope to comprehend and would strain even most servants. What followed was two geysers of displaced earth as the very ground was torn asunder by the immense might of Shuten Douji's assault.

But such vagueries were only for those without the eyes of a servant. That single human instant was a chain of super-human, or rather super monster, events unfolding in rapid succession with a terrifying mixture of grace and brutality. 

First, a quick dismissive low kick too far away to hit anyone involved, the toe snagging the solid metal ring at the butt end of the kanabo and tearing it up from its resting place in a skyward shower of dirt. 

Second, the foot hit the ground again, a second thunderous impact, as her free hand closed tightly around the handle of the giant club as it pointed straight up at the apex of its rise. 

Third, a huge blast that dwarfed both of the prior sent earth and boiling prana flying in all directions, though mostly at Saber since he was behind her, as she leapt off with every bit of her might into a headlong lunge towards the other Berserker. 

Then fourth, and finally, that club came down with a crash that put even the one before it to shame as it split the ground with such force that it toppled nearby trees... The only question was whether or not her target was dispersing into the air among that dirt as a mix of ether and red mist. 

She resumed speaking as if nothing had happened, but the smile fixed upon her face seemed wider, brimming with more viciousness than that beautiful face could hold without seeming uncanny."[color=a187be]-I am not my father.[/color]" 

The sword in her other hand was already raised to receive the worthy with a constant vigilance as the club was dragged back towards the ready position. If a great swordsman knew how to fight with two swords as if they were extensions of his arms then this was the manner of a clever monster that understood the value of having claws on both hands.[hr]
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