Berserker
@Raineh Daze
Berserker stared straight at the ground, curling a fist. He was mad. Mad at how the events turned against their favor.!Mad at how he lost control. Mad at how he was laughed at and mocked for being an animal. Those heroes speak of honor and respect so highly, yet cannot even give the same respect for another just for his appearance. Is it because he's a beast that he has no right in the Throne of Heroes? Berserker knows he has done many deeds that would warrant one the status of a Heroic Spirit; Chief of them being that he conquered his own bestial nature.
Sadly, the Holy Grail had decided to summon him as a Berserker, instead. A mockery of the very thing he fought so hard to overcome... And not just his own animal tendencies, but also the stigma that came with it. One that lead him to start one of the greatest rebellions...
A rebellion against the gods.
Berserker punched the ground, leaving a fist-shaped crack, before standing up. Taking a deep breath, Berserker attempted to calm himself slowly. Still, he couldn't stop thinking of the enemy. That Rider who belittled him, who attempted to kill his Master. Berserker resolved that he will have his head. Speaking of heads, Berserker can't help but feel like there's a nagging feeling in his own...
Oh, right. That's his Master.
Berserker turned over to his Master, looking annoyed, but much less angry than before. He owes her an explanation, and yet she was the one who almost got herself killed? Ugh. As both a Martial Artist and a Taoist in his life, Berserker has enough control in his own Od to where he wouldn't have to worry too much on relying upon his Master. While he was momentarily catching his breath, it wasn't like he was in the immediate threat of demanifestation. While he could easily explain that much to his Master, he didn't feel bothered to. It was mostly out of impulse that he drew upon his own mana supply at that moment, so it wasn't like it was in his own control, either.
Berserker decided to, again, act on impulse, flicking a finger at Johanna's mouth. Of course, he controlled the strength of it so that it wouldn't incapacitate her, but rather leave a very painful lesson...
"You talk too much. It could have gotten you killed, you know..."Berserker turned away, his staff slowly manifesting away as he rose his arms, resting his head back on his hands. He yawned, a bored expression on his face, as if he wasn't even angry earlier.
"So which way is home?"
Yankee
Dane
