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The massacre has just begun, and Berserk's gigantic mace hungers for more victims! Brutalizing the pathetic scythe clown Dryst was but a warm-up for the Metal Demon, and Fenril will probably be no better: while she has sturdy armor, 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. With the flying menace 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 night, yes it is! |
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The Sky Knight of Ice soars over the competition! This time, from Gaia, she goes to Filgaia to face off against Berserk. Fenril is no stranger to hulking creatures wielding maces, so the intimidation factor is out. Though he may be made of metal, Berserk is a lot more fragile than one would think, and Fenril's triple penetrating strikes should take him down in record time. After Fenril runs rings around him, Berserk will be lucky if swinging around his flail will even land a blow out of chance. All in all, it'll be party time on Organa this week, as Fenril brings honor to her homeland once again. |
Gatewalker A demonic Quarter Knight against a divine Sky Knight. This match was being talked about days before it happened, and garnering far more attention then Fenril expected, not that she minded the fan turnout, of course. Standing opposite the mighty Berserk(or Belselk, or whatever he was going by that given day), she raised the Brunhild in a salute to her opponent, while Berserk merely spat on the ground and sneered at her in return. She could tell he was playing up to the hype, acting more the vile demon then usual. Which suited her just fine, she found herself acting a bit more the noble knight of legend then normal as well. The starting bell was sounded, and Fenril barely had time to blink before a massive spiked ball was flying straight towards her. But her body reacted faster then her mind, bringing up her legendary blade and parrying the boneshattering blow with the strength and speed only a Sky Knight could possess. Berserk's eyes narrowed. He wasn't used to someone just knocking his attack aside like that. Sure, he'd heard these Sky Knights were strong, but he didn't think she'd be strong enough to match muscles with him. Staying on the offensive, he quickly launched another attack, only to see it parried as well. Snarling in frustration, he started attacking faster, snapping in repeated blows with his massive weapon, sure that she couldn't keep up with his furious assault. Staying calm, Fanril kept her guard up, slapping aside attack after attack, not once even stepping forward to try and counter, or even shifting into an offensive stance in the least. She knew she couldn't overpower him, so she kept on the defensive, waiting for her opportunity to out maneuver him to present itself. It came soon. Getting very annoyed with the constant blocking, Berserk got the bright idea to simply put so much force behind a single blow that she'd break her arms trying to parry it. A simple plan, to be sure, but one he knew he had the muscle to execute. Pulling his weapon back in, he began whirling it over his head, picking up speed and force to the point where it became a blur in the air. With an evil sneer, he let it fly, putting every ounce of his strength into this single attack, determined to smash aside her infuriating guard by sheer force. Fenril, who saw this coming a mile away, did not try and parry, but rather quickly sidestepped the attack, letting the ball fly past her, and then swiftly bringing the Brunhild down on the chain with all her strength. Berserk's eyes widened as the chain of his weapon snapped and the head went flying across the arena to smash into the opposite wall. That wasn't what he had planned at all, and now that woman was smiling at him as if she'd planned it all along. The strongest quarter knight was beginning to get really angry. Pointing her sword at him, Fenril couldn't help but smile, "You're disarmed, and don't have any chance of beating me without a weapon. You have to the count of three to surrender before I start cutting you apart. One....two..." She never got to three. Berserk charged. He knew it was a bad idea, but he had a reputation to uphold. He never backed down, never surrendered and never would even think of giving up while there was still fight in him. Besides, there was some small chance to bowl her over and take her sword. It did wonders for Galf's power, maybe it would do the same for another kind of demon? Well, he never got the chance to find that out. True to her promise, Fenril cut the charging Berserk apart rather quickly, then went to go add another victory over Wild Arms to her calendar. She couldn't wait to go tell Fogel, he'd be SO very thrilled. Berserk: 17 |
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