[ And he doesn't. It's hard to be bothered about something like that when you've made a wall out of the skulls of your enemies.
Normally, Berserker would try to find some sort of cover to shift back, but there's no way he could manage that right now. His monstrous size shrinks, leaving a badly wounded, much more human form in its place. None of the wounds seem to be too severe, they're just numerous. It's also hard to tell if all the blood on him is his own.
It takes a considerable amount of effort to get to his feet. Every bit of him hurts -- pain is simply something he's accustomed to. He soon takes the ... gently used clothing from Geralt to dress himself. Some cloth tearing later to fit his extra appendages and he's dressed. ]
There...You can go now.
[ Nevermind that the dragon can still barely walk. Physical limits are an annoyance of his new reality that he still refuses to accept. ]
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Normally, Berserker would try to find some sort of cover to shift back, but there's no way he could manage that right now. His monstrous size shrinks, leaving a badly wounded, much more human form in its place. None of the wounds seem to be too severe, they're just numerous. It's also hard to tell if all the blood on him is his own.
It takes a considerable amount of effort to get to his feet. Every bit of him hurts -- pain is simply something he's accustomed to. He soon takes the ... gently used clothing from Geralt to dress himself. Some cloth tearing later to fit his extra appendages and he's dressed. ]
There...You can go now.
[ Nevermind that the dragon can still barely walk. Physical limits are an annoyance of his new reality that he still refuses to accept. ]