BerserkerWith no hesitation at all, Berserker raised one foot and kicked in the back door of an old, abandoned store. This wasn't really the best part of town, it seemed, which was probably for the best... and the Servant had every intention of finishing this quickly enough to resolve things properly. Assuming, of course, that the enemy Master was here at all. Some were rather better at hiding their presence than others were. Unlike some of his other raids, Berserker was wearing a simpler set of weapons, albeit no less deadly for their simplicity. Throwing knives, a couple of explosives, a longer blade... and his true weapon, of course. For now, though, the mad warrior was simply seeing who there was to eliminate.
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Nobody was here, so Berserker has left...
