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The Berserker lets out a blood curdling howl as the acid hits him. He schlucks as much acid and dissolved skin off himself as he can, with pained moan. Fury elevated from the pain, he takes the guard in front of him and shoves him with, hard, toward the two smaller reptiles.
With great anticipation, The Berserker bursts forth from inside Drot, turning his body grotesque and monstrous, frightening all the lizardmen in a short range around the orc. With a single swift move The Berserker slams his hammer into the side of the closer goon's skull, hitting him squarely in the temple.
He turns his flaming eyes to the other reptiles, looking for his next victims!
The Berserker, thrown to the ground and blinded by the sand, gives way to Drot's assistance and mutters a spell. "Velox!"
The Berserker shouts past Drot's spell in an effort to attack the troll where he last saw it! "MITTLERER SCHLAG!"
The raging orc misses the troll and buries his hammer into the sand instead. Losing focus from his blind condition, Drot is able to roll the orc away from the troll at a speed, enhanced from his magic!
As he feared, the shelter didn't hold as well as he wanted but the oppressive sand, heat and wind wasn't something he was unfamiliar with. The "heads up!" from Tesswyn snapped his attention to the lumbering figure towering in the distance. He quickly dug through his pouches and produced a vile of thick viscous fluid, red and pulsating, turning it over to the knight. "Sir Gärwin, this is a potion of bestial wrath. I propose we wait for this behemoth to get closer and counter it's first strike. Drink only moments before we engage, it's a tough one to get down but if anyone can do it smoothly it's you." The orc smiled a mad smile, the rage of the Berserker waiting right behind his eyes. He waits for the dwarf to accept the boon, and readies for their attack if he does.
The Berserker sees Kahtia approach, locking eyes with the mage. Steady now, she's a friend. NO TOUCH! No, no. Touching is fine, she's not going to hurt you. SNAKES LEAVING! Go after them then! As the brave woman casts her spell, the magic seems to pass over The Berserker, but the flames in his eyes burn it away. Suddenly he lurches toward the snakes that are slithering away from the group, taking swipes at the dead bodies as he passes. "NO TOUCH!"
"GRAAAH! NO SEE!!!"
The Berserker spins around to the snake that bit him and brings his hammer down on its head with an enchanted strike.
Drot's tired body and mind is easily overrun by the tireless Berserker. He lashes out at the the closest undead, striking with a short grip and driving the thing back as he does. "MITTLERER SCHLAG!"
As the golem's stone fists pummel Drot, he raises his arms to defend himself. The stone proves to be too much for his thick hide and the flames in his eyes surge forth!
The Berserker:
The veins on his exposed skin become engorged and visibly pulsate with an erratic rhythm. His eyes turn blood red and wisps of flame flare out of them with each growl and yell. Over the next few seconds his grayish green skin slowly turns a deep red as the rage consumes him. "MITTLERER SCHLAG!" The Berserker shouts, his arms glow with bright red as the spell guides his attack.
Now surrounded on all sides, The Berserker grins with a crazed expression. You can see his tusks and teeth have become more pointed and misshapen while struggling to stay in his mouth. None of that seemed to hinder his ability to scream, what must be, an incantation as the next moment is filled with unnatural carnage.
Magical energy radiates through his arms and into his hammer as he spins around with blinding speed. He cuts through the Anubis raiders while continuing to shout and bark at them, ensuring that each one knows the transgression they made against the orc.
As the beast took advantage of Drot's split guard, he inadvertently unleashed a beast much greater than he... " Drot'ook was thrown to the back of his mind; like watching a play from the first row, he knew there was no wrestling this opportunity away from his inner rage. He readies the magic in his thoughts to help if needed but let go of control... For Scotty.
The calm and calculated orc's outburst was loud and drew the attention of the fighters just in time for them to witness his body swell and morph with power. The veins on his exposed skin became engorged and visibly pulsated with an erratic rhythm. His eyes turned blood red and wisps of flame flared out of them with each growl and yell. Over the next few seconds his grayish green skin slowly turns a deep red as the rage consumes him.
Friends: The familiar sound of Drot's "mad" voice let you know that the fight was to at least going get more interesting, but looking at your friend brings on some concern. His body had never mutated before and he has certainly never scared anything away except small children. He looked more bestial and acted more crazed then you've ever seen before; if you didn't know him as so well, you might have been frightened yourself!
"RAAAAAAH!!!" After the tar tentacle monster falls The Berserker turns to the next available target, Billy. There is a slight hesitation from the orc even though his eyes burned with hatred. He raises his hand with the intent on bring the dagger down on the poor boy. "ORC STRONG!!! ORC KI-"
"WAH!? NOOO!!! HAMMER!!!"
You didn't know The Berserker could get even more angry, yet here he is being more enraged at the loss of his weapon.
Everything suddenly slowed down for Drot the Berserker. He quickly reached for his dagger, the first real magical trinket Drot owned. The Berserker wasted no time forgoing finesse and jabbed one of the monsters
Too furious to notice the damage to his weapon, The Berserker rears back for another hit. His arms, once again, glow with magical energy after he barks an angry phrase. "ZERSTÖERISCHES ZIEL!"
As the orc barrels down the hall he spots the thing Billy is facing. Inside a battle erupts between the frightened Drot and the ruthless Berserker. The fear that's been struck causes The Berserker to struggle controlling his limbs as Drot attempts to save his body from what he can only imagine is its demise. Even with the struggle, The Berserker manages to get to the beast. empower his strike and set with wrath upon it. "ZERSTÖERISCHES ZIEL!"
"EVERYTHING ALIVE!!! RAAAAH!" The Berserker Rushes down the hall where billy was calling from. He was frantic to sate his thirst for destruction in the short time he had, doing everything in his power to find a target.
Easily moving with floor and intensely focused on killing the monster, The Berserker rushes after it. He charges and brings his hammer down with both hands.
He brings the hammer down but the tumbling creature moves and it glances off the beast.
Drot was cut off by one of the mini-monsters taking a bite out of thigh. In that moment of distraction and emotional distress, his inner rage threw Drot out of the way and took control of the Orc. Eyes suddenly ablaze with violence, he shouts! "TÖDLICHE SPALTUNG!!!" Using Drot's magic to empower his might, the orc's upper body becomes a blur of light as The Berserker sweeps his hammer through the horrid creatures around him. The hammer, seemingly heading straight for Tesswyn's head, suddenly becomes translucent and passes through her just before slamming into the largest of the beasts and wall.
The Berserker howls in rage as he fails to land with the knife, as he begins more reckless attacks Drot seizes the opportunity to step in and do something! The orc's arm is flung out in front of him, snapping straight, pointing directly at the Wraith's head. Alright! Take a breather, damn!... "Multae; Imperium; Iaculum!"
RAAAH, NOTHING! Well no, it was technically something, more then you've done in the last few swings so shut it.
Focusing elsewhere, Berserker Drot leaves himself open to the annoyingly oversized salamanders!
And once again. You fool! Pay attention to the things around you!
The Berserker turns toward the forsaken amphibian he spotted out of the corner of his eye, but all he sees is a nail.
When Charles calls out to Drot he flails his arm awkwardly; releasing one hand from the hammer and forcefully drawing the dagger in question seemingly out of no where, thrusting it at the vile wraith.
Slogging off the guts that now coat the front of his clothes, Drot leaves himself open to an attack from the still living Newt-ling.
Tess' cry for help opened a door in Drot's mind, allowing the reckless fury that is The Berserker so take control!
The club crushes Drot's shoulder, stunning it. His eyes blaze with the ferocity of battle while his veins bulge up and down his neck and arms. The Berserker swings his hammer at the troll with newly found strength.
Drot's shoulder wound proves to be too incapacitating and The Berserker is unable to connect the weapon to the troll.
The Berserker presses the assault while Drot tries to reason with his inner demon. Their conflict causes both parties to falter in this time of need, neither being able to concentrate on surviving.
GET.OUT.OF.MY.WAY! "GRAH, AH, no! SHAAA!" The voice you hear sounds like Drot but there seems to be a distinct tone used when he howls and grunts. If you watch his face you can see his expression change irregularly, as if he is rotating through a range of emotions in a single instant.
Even though Drot's in a frenzy, his conscious mind is still turning and listening somewhere in the back. He hears Charles' advise and reaches over the Berserker, letting off a sudden spell and pushing him back toward his friend. The Berserker inside, refusing to let up, over extends the Orc and swings at the Half-man.
"GAAaaaAAHHH!"
Drot's eyes filled with rage of battle, suddenly faced with two monsters he turns to the weaker of the two and swings his new hammer at it. "GAAHHH!"
Unfamiliar with fighting while in this condition, Drot swings widely and misses the beast in front oh him.
Drot's eyes become engulfed in red and he feels a fire inside of him begin to burn. It demands that he destroys something! Anything! NOW! He strikes out once again, this time at the remaining hermit plant!
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