The massacre has just begun, and Berserk hungers for more wailing victims! Brutalizing the pathetic scythe clown known as Dryst was but a warm-up for the Metal Demon, and Fenril will probably be no better: while she has far sturdier armor than Dryst, she's still pointlessly trying to hack away at Berserk's steel-like skin. Meanwhile, even a durable steel vest would crumble to the earth-shattering swings of Berserk's spiked flail, bashing and tearing flesh and metal alike. With the flying menace of the deadly steel balls looming so closely, Fenril won't stand a chance against Berserk's pure power. It's time to extract some anguished wails from a sky knight, yes it is!
