Darkholme
Performance Artist
Berserker
Thoroughly done with all this crap in the park
Berserker's stream of fire seemed to be effective, at least evident from the burning smell he was picking up. However, a taunting voice seemed to alert him to the opposite. It was clear now that he had missed. He wanted to give chase once more, but between his blindness and the energy he'd already expended, that would prove extremely difficult. He stood upright, rubbing his eyes, as his vision slowly returned to him. Assassin was long gone at this point, as were any other combatants. Exhaling deeply, he dematerialized into a golden mist, returning to his spirit form. No doubt his master would instantly feel the relief of not having to sustain his material form.
As his spirit made its way back to his master, he reflected on the events that transpired. This was the Holy Grail War. Warriors of all calibers had assembled themselves, each with different talents. But so far, they only seemed to be the warmup for the true fight that lay ahead; the true reason he entered this war. Neither of the servants he fought appeared to be on his caliber. Maybe none of the servants were. This thought irked Berserker as he finally found his way back to his master's side.
Thoroughly done with all this crap in the park
Berserker's stream of fire seemed to be effective, at least evident from the burning smell he was picking up. However, a taunting voice seemed to alert him to the opposite. It was clear now that he had missed. He wanted to give chase once more, but between his blindness and the energy he'd already expended, that would prove extremely difficult. He stood upright, rubbing his eyes, as his vision slowly returned to him. Assassin was long gone at this point, as were any other combatants. Exhaling deeply, he dematerialized into a golden mist, returning to his spirit form. No doubt his master would instantly feel the relief of not having to sustain his material form.
As his spirit made its way back to his master, he reflected on the events that transpired. This was the Holy Grail War. Warriors of all calibers had assembled themselves, each with different talents. But so far, they only seemed to be the warmup for the true fight that lay ahead; the true reason he entered this war. Neither of the servants he fought appeared to be on his caliber. Maybe none of the servants were. This thought irked Berserker as he finally found his way back to his master's side.