[centre][h2][color=darkred]Berserker of Red [/color][/h2][/centre]

Berserker eyed the woman on her throne.  Her face remained free of emotion yet...  Her blood was beginning to boil so to speak.  'I am afraid I have few words for you.' Caster had said.  The red candy was crushed between Berserker's fingers at that moment, ground to dust.  Well it was tasty while it was there.  Berserker wondered what Caster tasted like.  Yes they deserved to be the replacement for the candy, a perfectly reasonable thought process.

Sportsmanship...  Berserker did not quite understand what Caster meant by that.  Perhaps the concept was too human.  

Demonstrating power.  Striking fear into the hearts of enemies.  That was more along the lines of things that Berserker was interested in doing.  Supporting allies...  Not so much but would probably be a byproduct of the other two.  Yes.  Yes.  Berserker had made her mind up, perhaps those Servants of Black could provide her with some entertainment... 

Berserker now spoke, apparently forgetting about the issue of the candy entirely.  

[color=darkred]"Where are the enemies?"[/color] Berserker put simply as she began to leave the workshop as the words left her lips.  If Caster did not know the answer to that question well.  Berserker was fine with making a mess that would bring the enemies to her.

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