Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170403223152/@comment-27097330-20170507170952

Berserker barley deflects the spear away each time, weaving and bobbing, but clearly getting beaten back. He roars with anger and his eyes glow red, energy seems to flow into him. And then he charges, aiming not at where Rider is but where he expects him I'm next to be. The macahuitl cuts through the air, chasing the spear like two hunting snakes.