[ Berserker stood covered in the blood of his enemies, living and undead alike, his expression cold enough to stop even the bravest person in their tracks. There was no mercy, no remorse, nothing of the kind to be found in his red eyes. Scáthach's declaration made it that much more clear what sort of force the invaders were up against.
Caught up by the makeshift war drums sounding behind him, he roared. In his role as the Mad King, the sound of his roar was enough to nearly drive his enemies mad with fear. It would weaken their resolve and slow their steps -- madness of the spirits. Even without that skill, it was still enough to threaten the living. ]
This is the only chance you have...Think of it as an act of mercy.
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Caught up by the makeshift war drums sounding behind him, he roared. In his role as the Mad King, the sound of his roar was enough to nearly drive his enemies mad with fear. It would weaken their resolve and slow their steps -- madness of the spirits. Even without that skill, it was still enough to threaten the living. ]
This is the only chance you have...Think of it as an act of mercy.