As the Berserker reeled from hit after hit, she wondered if the beast had come to terms with the realization he was outnumbered. Stopping briefly to check on the pup while others took their opportunity to attack, she nuzzled the little one gently. "It's almost over now, pup."
A snarl reached her ears and she gave the youth a reasurring smile before she straightened up and turned her head at their adversary. As they came face t face, the feeling of moving in tandem, seeking an opening suddenly brought back a memory - another wolf, colors similar to her own. Her father perhaps? Yes... now that she focused in on the memory, she knew, it was of her father, teaching her to fight. To fight proudly for her pack.
Her Pack.
This was her Pack!
Maske -- the female who had been injured, a familiar face came into her mind, side by side with her fathers and rage poured forth from her and she released a shattering, bellowing howl before she leaped in to attack again, her claws digging deep and tearing as her jaws found purchase, and she kicked fiercely, ripping at anything she could get traction on.
Aldusa had deduced that the berserker was favoring a certain side, but could tell exactly where. The group was beating him down slowly, but surely - she was confident that they would see victory soon enough. As sure as the night was long, and the sun bright.
Her next attack rendered some more positive results in their attacks and she felt powerful.
Her packmates and those that had joined in the fight were doing well, either serving as distractions or landing hits on the Berserker. Hel missed yet again, but others were finding their mark. The massive male seemed to be breathing heavier now, a look of desperation in his eyes that hadn't been there before. He knew he was outnumbered and might have been reconsidering his choices in charging the group.
Vivi took a running start and hit the beast in the side as hard as she could and then rolled under him to catch her breath. She was getting tired, but luckily she didn't have to face this beast alone. It was kinda nice, and something to consider that a pack like this meant safety and a place to belong. Members who would hunt down and deal with an enemy if their member was hurt. Viviana didn't have that living and training on her own. She considered now that it might be something that she wanted. Besides if she wanted pups she would want a safe place for them to be born and raised.
As she once again missed her mark, Silke vowed to start training in fighting more when she got back to camp. If she even had the courage to show her face again. Oh, what a disgrace she was being!
Alobar, Son of Etorne & Margerye - Knight Damage Dealt: 0 pts
He was... distracted, to say the least. There were a lot of new faces, a lot of new smells, many of them female and pretty to boot. The intention was there, you know, the one where Alobar was ready to prove his worth by smiting the enemy... but... well... distractions.
And it was a plenty good excuse for why, when the culprit was spotted and the attack began, Alobar was late to the party. And then, when it was his time to shine, he fell short of expectation. His own expectation, to be clear, as his paws skid underneath him and his head moved on a swivel to find Aldusa landing heavy blows and absolutely wrecking.
He was one part proud, two parts hopeful she hadn't noticed his flub. Resetting his stance, the Knight readied himself for another attack.
Gold was the one who moved forward finally to examine the body. And to her surprise, she found a small pup hiding. She was about to reassure the scared looking child when she heard something behind her. The pup had already sensed the attack and moved to hide. Gold whirled around, and began a counter attack immediately. She wasn’t going to let this berserker get the best of her. And it would appear the other pack members were willing to fight by her side. She gave a deep growl before lunging at the enemy. Hopefully she’d be able to do some damage!
Shaking the fuzziness from his brain from going into a daydream of sorts, Beowulf glanced at the beserker that was getting more and more beat up. Seems that these other wolfdogs were getting in some good hits. Crouching in a playful stance, he leaped again at the Beserker's back for another attempt. This one landed and he started tearing at its back.
Twillie was so enraged by the flashing of memories and the information that she had coming together that she stood shaking, her form bristling and her legs weak.
There was so much rushing in that she couldn't think straight, but she crouched, curling around the puppy's form, snapping at the air any time the berserker drew closer to avoid the next blow from the wolves around her.
Was her mind playing tricks on her? She knew the fight was almost won, but suddenly an exhaustion settled over her because she realized that her own fight, her journey, was just starting.
Things were coming down to the wire, but still the Berserker fought on. Hel darted in again to try to add another bite to his legs, but she missed. It seemed despite his injuries he was still going strong. Hopefully one of the others surrounding him would be more successful than her!
For the first time during the battle she looked up and spotted her brother. Her eyes only settled on him for a moment, not long enough to notice his actions. She smiled warmly as the familiarity gave her comfort. He was fighting along side her, something she had known but seeing him was confirmation of his being there.
She gave herself another moments rest before giving it another shot. Her body having collided with the berserkers several times already was enough to jolt her. If she had stood still for to long the chances were likely that she wouldn't move again.
Once this was over with she made note to check for any gashes.
When the berserker had come at them, Einarr had froze up. It would be an irreversible choice from then on and on he would regret forever. What sort of knight just froze up? It was only when he witnessed his Silke, her expression one such that he'd never seen on her before, plunging into battle.
His pack mates were attacking again and again, too and eventually, Einarr charged into the fray with them. But he was sloppy. He may have leveled a decent hit, but the beast merely knocked him aside, blocking the blow Einarr would have dealt with ease.
Einarr got up again. He would protect Silke, he would aid his pack mates and the strangers who had joined their cause. He would go home a hero, he had to. He would not go home a failure who couldn't look anyone in the eye...He would go home a true Knight!
With her rage ever growing, she leaped towards the beast, sinking her teeth into his flank, though instead of rolling with her glorious bite she hopped away quickly, stumbling ever so slightly. It would've almost been cute, had she not looked so petrified before shaking away the fear.
As the Berserker reeled from hit after hit, she wondered if the beast had come to terms with the realization he was outnumbered. Stopping briefly to check on the pup while others took their opportunity to attack, she nuzzled the little one gently. "It's almost over now, pup." 
Damage dealt: 80
