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

Berserker listened as carefully as one of their nature could.  Woods, Old Metal Tower.  That should be easy enough to find.  They had plenty of time to do so.  It seemed the war had already started, hmm, was she missing out?  Perhaps the candy store had been a rather poor use of time.  Well, she had enjoyed it regardless.  

Caster appeared to have been quite pleased with her response, Berserker did not take much note of that.  'I can see just how powerful you are. What a strong and impressive warrior you must be... So I'm certain you will strike true fear into the enemy.'  To hear praise from such a being as Caster struck Berserker as a rather odd thing.  After all they seemed to be human.  A strong and powerful warrior, perhaps the onis had seen Berserker in such a manner?  The humans would never have described her as such a thing, their descriptions would be more like a savage beast, a wild monster.  She hated them.  She would like to kill some.

'If you do... Perhaps I'll work on getting you that candy you desired~?' Berserker regained focus at the last words of Caster.  The candy?  She had forgotten about that.  That was indeed regrettable.  She would like to have more.

Whether there was a slight smile of an innocent girl on the lips of Berserker or a mere twitch it was not entirely clear.  But it could not be doubted that they looked rather pleased with that prospect.  The nod of the head given was confirmation, clearly indicating a 'yes that would be very nice thank you.' kind of response.  Would Berserker ever say such a thing out loud?  That was very doubtful.  

The promise of more candy had been given as a result for participation.  Although was that not what she came here to demand in the first place?  And well was the war not the entire reason why she had been brought here?  A win-win perhaps?  Berserker could not help but feel pleased.

[color=darkred] "Then I will be back.  Caster."[/color] Is all that Berserker had to say to that as she made her leave.  She would do what was asked to be done.  Fight with the Servants of Black.

There was no time wasted, Berserker began to rush towards the wooded area.  Whether they saw her or not.  That was of no concern.  In fact, let them look upon her.

Flames began to burst out, making Berserker appear as if she were a ball of flame charging towards its target.  Whether the decision was conscious or unconscious it was difficult to determine, although clearly Berserker had began to shift their shape to accentuate their demonic features.

Whether the fight was an reckless brawl of a clever skirmish.  Berserker seemed to be primed to make an entrance fit for their class.  Maim.  Devour.  Kill.  Consume.  Nothing about this was to be pleasant nor aesthetic.  She did not scream out like a beast but there was no doubt her heart and mind was consumed with curses as she charged towards the metal tower in the woods.

[@VitaVitaAR] [@All those present in the woods near the tower.]