The priest pulled the leather glove over his hand and looked into the full body mirror. Part of it was just to make sure that his uniform was straightened, but the other half of it was just to calm his nerves. The advent of a Grail War in the area had put everybody in the church on edge and the fact that he was participating as master, ignoring all doctrines and rules, wasn't helping his nerves. Of course he did have the advantage of knowing who the other masters and their servants were but even that only went so far especially with the high quality images that were throwing themselves into this war.
He closed the door behind him and made his way towards the town in order to finally kick off this war. Of course not all masters had been declared but his servant in particular was starting to get antsy, or more likely murderous. Just thinking about the servants made him shiver in fear and lament his unfortunate choice of servant. His shivers grew worse remembering the summoning.
The servant had stood over him and simply smiled as their eyes crawled across his from before letting out a deep chuckle,'Hope you do better than Maxwell'. It wasn't the fact that Berserker was tall, terrifying, and one of the Berserker class servants. It had this clarity when it looked around the room and even more so when it talked. All the tales that he had heard painted the Berserker class as the equivalent of a high powered explosive, just pointing in a direction and letting it loose. This servant did not strike him as such.
He shook the feeling off and continued the stroll into the town, immediately regretting his choice in coat as the cold wind cut right through it. The cold was numbed somewhat by the sudden presence of his servant behind him, thankfully in spirit form because nothing would be more conspicuous than a giant priest looking like the second coming of Michael Myers. A sudden car horn drove the thought from his head and also made the master actually jump into the air.
Several odd looks followed by weak assurances from the master got the eyes off of him, though his nerves still refused to settle. Every single sidelong glance he received made his mind spiral into a hundred different possibilities and directions about how they might be an enemy master, despite the fact that he actually had met a few of the masters. He didn't know where any of them actually were or even who had what servant, but he definitely knew who they were, which was something more than any of them would have...ignoring possible alliances or pre-arranged plans.
Two hours, two damned hours was how long they had managed to avoid getting into a fight. Now the master found himself sliding along a warehouse floor as the opposing master let loose some sort of spell, only just narrowly missing. He scrambled to his feet and got behind some of the equipment laying about before peering around the corner. Thankfully the opposing master seemed to be hesitating which meant that he could take a moment to take a breath.
The fragile calm exploded into a million pieces as the nearby wall exploded and Berserker slid backwards into the room bayonets crossed in some sort of defense. The opposing servant was still right on top of them though and an overhead swing slammed into the ground sending chunks of concrete flying everywhere. The master hoped for a second that Berserker had managed to dodge, but a sudden spray of red from their chest dashed that hope.
There was a brief moment where both sides glanced at each other and the master took a good look at the servant. It didn't take much since the knight styled armor and the way the servant held an invisible sword of sorts made it pretty obvious. The piece broke as the Saber looked to press the advantage but a sudden onslaught of thrown bayonets forced the enemy servant to raise their sword to deflect the onslaught. Saber held their own but one finally found their way past the guard and tore into their left leg.
They stumbled back and Berserker pounced forward with a mad cackle. Sadly the Saber recovered, batting one away with an armoured gauntlet and dodging the other entirely. From there they swiped the invisible blade forward, but with unnatural flexibility Berserker leaned back letting the blade only skim his body instead of bisecting it.
The two servants backed up from each other again and began to weigh the situation, though that may be giving too much credit to Berserker who may have just wanted time to wipe blood from their mouth. The face off was suddenly broken by a female scream echoing across the warehouse. All parties spun in place, or just shifted view, and were greeted with somebody looking right out of a masquerade party. That thought quickly disappeared and was replaced with complete disgust when the servant, which it had to be, removed their scepter from the back of the female master and while it dripped blood raised it to their mouth and took a gulp.
The master shivered in disgust but that was quickly overpowered by the complete surge of bloodlust that was emanating from Berserker. The master swallowed his fear a second later and quickly evaluated the situation. Retreat was definitely a viable option, and in fact might be the best option as it would remove his injured servant from a new battle with an unknown servant, though the solid guess said Assassin or Caster with the blood fetish. The best result would actually be this new servant removing the master and Saber servant from play, so really retreat is the be-
Another cry of pain echoed out.
-'Fuck me sideways', the master thought to themself before gathering their wits and getting ready to deliver an order to Berserker. Though with the sudden roar following his rather vulgar thought it seemed that Berserker was of the same completely stupid mindsest. Though, judging by the dumbstruck look on Sabers face, it was completely unexpected by everybody else involved. Especially with how hastily the interrupting servant scrambled to dodge the bayonet thrown their way.
The Saber inched forward behind Berserker before trying to speak up," I thank yo-"
"Grab ye' master you protestant dog," Berserker retorted," Next time there won't be a blood sucking abomination around to save ya."
The master wanted to laugh at the dumbstruck and insulted expression on the Sabers face, but Berserker was already moving and he would prefer to not be completely outed as a master after night one. He rounded a corner, almost losing his footing, and kept after the sound of what he assumed was bayonets being thrown into wood. He came to a lobby of sorts and saw an explosion of blood from the forearm of Berserker rendering it useless with how badly the muscle was devastated.
Assassin took the moment to put some distance between themself and the Berserker before beginning to gloat. Their voice sounded light and airy, reminding the master of some of the rich members of the church but something else caught his attention. Berserker had been cut several times during the fight with Saber, but at this moment the master wasn't able to notice any more blood coming from those wounds. More distracting was the slow rebuilding of muscles from the mangled arm, an oddly morbid sight that Assassin hadn't noticed.
Assassin did notice the sudden flurry of movement from Berserker who used his good arm to launch several bayonets with deadly precision before rushing forward. Assassin knocked away and dodged the thrown weapons and deftly slammed their odd staff weapon into their arm, spearing straight through the flesh. There was a brief flash of a smile but it disappeared when Berserker's healed arm came up and gripped the Assassin's face, before slamming the weaker servant into the ground. The wood splintered and Assassin yelled before Berserker dragged their face across the ground before literally picking them up and throwing them into a wall, putting a decent sized dent into it.
Berserkers wasn't done with it's assault and rushed forward again ignoring two chains slamming into its core before ramming a newly summoned bayonet into Assassins chest. Blood sprayed from the opposing servants mouth but Berserker didn't let up and with a fluid movement and no hesitation ripped the staff from his still impaled arm arm before slamming it into Assassins chest ending it's life.
Both stood there for a second as the female servant dissolved into a golden light just letting the silence of the night reclaim it's throne. Berserker took a second to fix it's jacket, and the master was finally able to get a look at the white gloves the servant wore. He almost burst out laughing at how one said, 'Speak with the Dead'. After the brutal display against this last servant, he didn't think the dead would want to talk to this made priest. Though it did make the master actually want to ask about his servant's history, however he was both too scared of his servant and more than unwilling to burn even a single command seal.
A single day later the master found himself looking over a clearing in the nearby forest where a familiar female servant weaved around blasts of lightning from a servant he was forced to mark as an Archer. Normally he would guess Caster but….Berzerker had taken off after that servant the moment they had revealed their name. Though given what he had managed to get out of his servant the sudden fury made sense, and given the history of the enemy Caster the master supported this action.
'Speaking of the devil', the Caster exploded from the woods with a deeply disturbing laugh on it's lips. Saber seemed worried at the sudden appearance of a second opponent and the Archer seemed both annoyed and relieved. That reaction at least confirmed that two of the masters had an alliance heading into the war, and given his position he knew which two they were. Mostly because they had come into the church together to declare their participation.
He cut the thoughts off with a small chuckle as Berserker exploded through the woods with rapid steps and a bayonet in both hands. With how the moon was shining tonight it really made the servant look like a completely deranged psychopath. Which now that the master considered it wasn't wrong in the slightest. But once again he shook the thoughts off and focused on the clearing taking in the now tense standoff.
Berserker obviously didn't care about the positions of the other three servants but given where Caster was standing it seemed like Saber was going to be an ally...however unpleasant that may be for them.
"Seems that it's you and I 'gainst this heathen," Berserker spoke up with a devilish grin.
Saber seemed confused and somewhat affronted, " Last we spoke you refereed to me as a "protestant dog""
"A protestant dog or a devils concubine, an easy choice to make."
The master nearly fell over laughing at the affronted look on Sabers face as her honor and skills were insulted by Berserker, but it only lasted a moment as they readjusted their invisible sword and readied for battle. Both sides stood at a tense standoff with both the Saber and Archer seemingly running over every possible scenario and planning accordingly, on the other hand Berserker threw caution to the wind and exploded forward intent of skewering Caster.
From there it only devolved more both Saber and Archer went to support their sudden ally. Archer went to let loose a lightning bolt at Berserker, but Saber forced them to dodge with a downward strike. They went to continue their assault but a sudden explosion forced Saber back as Caster cast a quick spell in order to give Archer some space. However, there was still a price to pay as with unnatural speed Berserker landed a slash across the Casters chest.
The opposing servant stumbled back and tried to laugh, but Berserker wasn't letting up. From where the master was standing it was almost possible to make out Berserkers gloves as they hurled bayonets and slashed recklessly. Of course all good things must end and in this case it was with an apparent trap that Berserker stepped on. It detonated and covered them in a swath of flames and launched them into the air.
Saber was distracted by the sudden explosion and even more so by the flying body that almost collided with them. Archer tried to take advantage of the distraction and tried to send yet another bolt their direction. Berserker, however, managed to land on its feet and fire off a bayonet at the Archer forcing it to fire wide in order to save itself from a nasty wound. Saber recouped their composure and got back to the situation by closing the distance and putting the archer back on their heels.
Caster let the smoke clear for a second before letting another spell form at their fingertips. The moment before they fired it a hail of bayonets flew from beyond Saber and arced towards them forcing the attack to be abandoned. The servant laughed a little and briefly seemed to hesitate and almost made a move back towards the woods but Berserker was giving it no quarter as it rushed to close the distance. Caster through several spells out each detonating with a small explosion, but the master's servant lived up to its class expectation.
It took damage but it meant nothing in the short term, though the master was somewhat aware that this would probably give away Berserkers regeneration in the long run. It was an unpleasant fact but with the possibility of eliminating Caster and Archer out there it was definitely worth it. Of course that was assuming that everything went well….and of course it was already going to hell.
Saber had gotten a good shot in on Archer, but they had failed to finish off the servant. This let a bolt of electricity drive the knight back enabling Archer to turn tail. Saber was hindered by the leftover smoke, but Berserker and Caster were both well out of the radius. The master bit his lip as he looked over the battlefield and considered his options, few as they were. One was eliminate Caster and let Archer escape, the main issue being that servant getting any sort of range, and the second option was give Caster the opportunity to escape. The master made his call, 'Stop Archer,'
'Let the bolt turn tail, the abomination can be killed now.'
The master breathed through their nose, 'STOP ARCHER NOW.'
The command seal flared and the effect on Berserker was immediate as their back straightened before disengaging Caster and aiming to cut off Archer. Three bayonets flew with two finding purchase, slowing down the fleeing servant but not disabling them completely. That mistake came back immediately as a massive flare of energy surged around the servant, and almost immediately after the master noticed it a torrent of electricity surged out and slammed in Berserker in mid stride.
The servant flew through the air, charred and smoking, before slamming through one tree and into another. Caster looked confused for a second but Archer ignored the protruding bayonets and continued their flight. The moment they escaped into the tree line Caster began to cackle before turning to face the Saber servant who had escaped the smoke, just in time to miss the Archer.
Saber shifted their stance and readied to charge while at the same time Caster channeled magic around their fingers. The knight rushed forward but Caster managed to slow them down by peppering the ground in between them with spells turning it into ditch filled expanse. Saber tried to power through it but it tripped them enough letting Caster weave a much more powerful spell in an attempt to finish off the servant.
…..Unfortunately Caster focused on the wrong thing, as a bayonet tore through their back and a second later it was joined by dozens more. As Caster slumped forward the smoking body of Berserker stood their its charred skin patching itself back together.
Saber looked stunned but Berserker just dissolved into its spiritual form and left, it's goal of killing the abomination completed. Though the master had a feeling they were going to get an earful from their servant.
Somehow this was worse. Berserker instead of trying to kill the master with some sort of special inquisition technique, they had just been deathly quiet. Just doing simple tasks around the church with a thin smile, the perfect picture of a pastor. Another master might just burn a command seal to make the servant follow orders without question, but this master didn't want to see how Berserker would twist those orders to get their revenge.
Really only gave him one option," Berserker."
The sudden feeling of dread appeared at his back, but the master could only sigh," Look, I know my order wasn't...good or christian like, but I want to explain and apologize-."
Berserker cocked its head as it appraised the master for a moment before muttering, "Aren't ye unlike Maxwell."
The master stuttered for a second before continuing his rationalization. Mostly focused on the fear of Archer getting back to range letting both of the enemy servants gain an advantage. Though it went unsaid that the existence of the Caster servant infuriated the master and that confirming the kill would have been the more satisfying option. The old pleasure vs strategy debate, which admittedly was an odd thing for a priest to have he realized.
The conversation dwindled as Berserker just stood there looming over the much smaller master. It hung in the air for several seconds, though it felt like minutes, before Berserker let out a hearty chuckle. "Ye poured your little heart out there, didn't ye."
The master scowled and went to respond before Berserker just shushed him. "Ye've proven yourself a bit different than the last bastard I followed, so the least I can do is follow ye into the breach again."
The master smirked as Berserker spun on a heel and went back to some sort of small task around the property. That hadn't gone as bad as it could've. The master still had two command seals and no bayonets pinning him to the wall, so it was definitely a win in the end.
God willing it would carry to the end of the war
'Father please forgive me for….this,' was the thought that was running through the master's head on loop. Lancer had decided to forego any sort of subtlety, strategy, and judging by their ranting and raving all sanity. Though he couldn't through any stones since the moment his servant had caught the boast they had summoned themself and rushed forward, though honestly he wasn't surprised.
What was surprising was that Lancer's master had forged some sort of Alliance with both Archer and what could only be rider at this point considering the Assassin and Caster were dead. That itself was another issue entirely considering they announced themself as a Saint and were entirely focused on denying Berserker the ability to go after Lancer. That put a slight moral quandary in their mind, but it was more worrying considering the piety of Berserker.
The voice of Rider carried across the rubble,"Stop this, seeing a holy man like you succumb to violence and madness like this…"
As she trailed off Berserker twirled a bayonet in their fingers and chuckled before rushing forward again. The Rider readied themself and were able to knock away the flurry of blades sent through the air. Berserker was still able to close the distance and launch a cleaving strike with both remaining bayonets. It was dodged by a hair but Berserkers unnatural athleticism meant that the surge of attacks wasn't over as a bayonet swiped sideways drawing a faint line of blood from Riders arm.
Riders staff swept out in an attempt to land a hit but Berserker stepped in close and forced them back again. Though this time the strike was blocked, putting both servants in a straight battle of power. This held for several seconds before Berserker spoke up, "Do ye know who I am?"
"A holy man who has fallen to madness and-"
"I'm a member the Iscariots, a vampire slayer, and the monster of God," Berserker growled out," And you've allied yourself with the dragon"
A sudden surge of strength threw Rider backwards and Berserker took advantage and launched a bayonet into the servant's thigh. A scream escaped their lips as the quickly tore the blade out before diving out of the way. The fight was intense and the master didn't want to tear their eyes away, but standing around doing nothing wasn't something he was fond of. He turned away with a silent hope that Berserker wouldn't go down, though he wasn't sure they needed it.
He peeled himself off the ruined wall he had been using for cover and began to creep his way towards one of the few intact buildings still on this street. Normally he wouldn't think much of it, just some dumb luck while servants went at it, but here there seemed to be an ative effort to keep servants away. A rumble in the distance seemed to confirm this hypothesis as Saber likely failed to eliminate Archer or Lancer.
It honestly seemed as if fate sought to force Berserker and Saber to work together this entire war. From the initial encounter with Assassin to the current situation, though it was a bit unfair to have Saber be dealing with two of the enemy servants, Berserker had already gotten two so fair is fair. The master shook his head and forced the whining out before removing some black keys from his coat.
He silently made his way onto the first floor before quickly scaling the stairs. Logic dictated that the enemy masters would be higher up for the sake of a vantage point and likely wouldn't expect a master to abandon their servant and assault them directly. Having a Berserker class servant made that thinking redundant though since the best option was just to point the servant at a target and say go, just letting the servants instincts drive them. Hell, he had even given Berserker carte blanche to use their noble phantasm, so really at the least they can be a distraction for their servant to possibly get a leg up.
Voices faintly echoed across the third floor stopping his ascent and forcing him to slip his shoes off to creep along the hardwood floor. The voices became more and more solid though he wasn't really paying attention. At least he wasn't until someone said, "Seems that Rider is struggling with Berserker."
There was a huff," I suppose its in the best interest to use it then."
Two and two quickly came together in the masters head and he quickly decided that stealth was no longer a viable option. Saint Martha was a well known tale and it wasn't hard to guess that their Noble Phantasm would have something to do with the Tarrasque. He really wasn't looking forward to seeing if Berserker could survive that.
His sock clad feet scraped along the wood as came to a stop right in front of the open door. He took in every face in the room and picked out the one that most likely fit the voice talking about the noble phantasm. After that spit second he let loose the black keys sending them all into the room.
Of those six five were either dodged or didn't come close to hitting anybody, but all that mattered was the sixth one. It sailed true and pinned the hand into the wall getting the master to scream in pain. He allowed himself another half second to smirk before diving behind the wall to avoid the sudden surge of spells coming his way.
The sudden onslaught of swears and offensive spells was punctuated by the pained cry," Fuck, Riders fuckin' dead."
The master couldn't help but smirk as they fled back down the stairs taking advantage of the sudden confusion between the other masters. It also made the odds a bit more even, though given how beat up Berserker probably was it still wasn't great.
Berserker looked at the dissolving body of Saint Martha for a second before turning away. A part of him was disappointed that he had been forced to kill a saint, but it was quickly overpowered by the drive to purge the abomination that was Dracula. They started off towards the remaining three servants but two steps in there was a twinge of pain from their leg. It seemed that the last few battles were finally taking their toll despite the constant healing.
It wasn't as bad as the last time the healing had given out, though that was an...unique circumstance. Though thinking about it now Dracula was here and he had just killed a holy woman, though it wasn't the same as indirectly killing the Pope. A chuckle escaped his lips as he acclimated to the pain and sped towards the sounds in the distance.
Another explosion sounded off in the distance before being quickly joined with the sounds of collapsing debris. It made him wonder where his master was, not that he doubted the man but having him die before slaying the beast was a real threat. Though he could admit that he was grateful that the man hadn't sealed his Noble Phantasm like late Saint Martha. At least this one knew that not taking complete control might work out better.
The thought left his mind as he scaled a piece of rubble and was able to see the current situation. The archer was hanging back and peppering the ground making the Saber dance and weave instead of attacking the monster who chased them with a spear. Several bayonets flew into his hand as they launched off the rubble into the fray heading straight for the beast themself.
The monster was confused at the sudden appearance of Berserker but was still able to block the incoming bayonets with their spear. However their block had left them open for the follow up swipe aimed at it's legs, giving them a deep cut across one thigh. It made the Lancer create some distance but Berserker pursued relentlessly, only being stopped by a bolt of lightning from the forgotten Archer. The sudden strike sent them flying several feet before they were able to get their feet down and regain their bearings.
Lancer took advantage of the slight confusion to lunge forward and land a strike along Berserker's ribs. The enemy servant was thankful for the assistance but in the back of their mind they knew that assistance wasn't going to be coming often. A quick glance to the side confirmed that as the Saber pursued the Archer as they attempted to gain distance. A sudden pain in their forearm reminded them that their opponent was just as dangerous as the servant who had buried their bayonet into Lancers arm.
A surge of spears drove Berserker back but this time there was no assistance from Archer who was being kept busy by Saber. Lancer readied their spear and adjusted their stance to compensate for the wound before driving forward. Their first strike was batted away with yet another bayonet, but with surprising grace they spun to avoid another attack from Berserker and landed a strike into the side of Berserker.
It didn't seem to do much at the moment as Berserker lunged forward digging a bayonet into Lancers shoulder. They grit their teeth but took the opportunity to draw the spear across the chest of Berserker again drawing a large spray of blood. Lancer dashed back to get a chance to appraise the situation and Berserker for the first time hesitated to pursue.
Berserker wasn't afraid or really cautious in this situation, but the overtaxing of the healing factor was slowing his reaction down. A second later he let out a quick exhale and charged forward again sending a flurry of blades towards the monster in front of him. The projectiles were batted away but a slight over reach by Lancer left the enemy servant open to a bayonet strike to their chest. The blade cut through the armor but it was slowed down enough to were it only dug in a inch or so.
Berserker let go of the bayonet and summoned another series into his hands to continue the onslaught, but a sudden surge of energy caught his attention. It was quickly followed by a sense of dread as a wave of spears exploded forward from Lancer. Berserker tried to dodge, but with the attack fired off from point blank there was nowhere to go and Berserker found their body skewered.
The spears hoisted the servant up into the air as more tore into them, before one final weapon exploded forward going straight through Berserker's stomach. The entire world went quiet as the sound of blood dripping filled the servants ears. The pain didn't even register, the only thing in their mind was an intense feeling of disappointment. They still couldn't defeat the monster on their own...though he supposed getting a hand from God wasn't the worst.
From his skewered position Berserker moved one hands towards their heart with a wooden case materializing. They could tell that Lancer was confused but soon that confusion would turn to fear. The wood cracked in their grip revealing the familiar and ancient nail, and with a swift motion it was driven into their heart.
The master was able to feel the surge of energy from where he was hiding and it didn't take him long to realize that it was his servant causing it. He had asked about Berserker's Noble Phantasm but had only received a manic smile and the phrase; 'a gift from God'. After that he had stopped asking questions and decided to leave it up to Berserker's judgement, though the nagging suspicion that it was suicidal still remained. Honestly, there was no reason to be surprised that it was a suicide attack. The Berserker class was called such for a reason, so who was he to try and impede their purpose….at least that was his thought process as he burnt a command seal in order to give his servant a boost.
A loud yell of pain coupled with a sudden onslaught of explosions tearing apart concrete told him something was happening, and that meant it was probably safe to step out of cover. It took him a minute to do so but when he finally cleared the rubble he couldn't help but laugh. Lancer was backing up quickly as a torrent of thorned vines rushed towards him while at the same time the impaled and bloody body of Berserker marched forward bayonets at the ready with vines swarming out from them. It looked like a scene straight from a Stephen King novel, well maybe he'd only ever read two of them, but somehow it just fit Berserker perfectly.
He snapped out of his laughter as a cry of pain sounded from Lancer, who had been caught by one of the vines and had the offending appendage mauled by the thorns. They managed to save the arm but Berserker closed the distance and landed a slash right down the forehead of the enemy servant. Lancer responded immediately by driving a spear through Berserker's torso, but there was no reaction. Vines just tore from the body and encircled the weapon while reaching for the now terrified Lancer.
A bolt of lightning decimated the body of Berserker allowing Lancer to disengage, but that's all that Archer was actively able to do as Saber had taken the opportunity to close the distance again. They hesitated slightly at the sight but steeled themself and continued the fight with Archer being forced to dodge several quick bolts of electricity in the process.
Lancer had managed to recover somewhat, but was definitely running into a wall when it came to figuring out a way to beat whatever this Berserker had become. This attempt to process was cut short as nearly half a thousand vines shot forward towards the servant. They parried four before abandoning the position and leaping back onto some rubble while launching a spear. The spear struck what remained of the head of Berserker causing them to stay on the rubble. This was the fatal mistake.
From below Lancers feet dozens of vines tore through the rubble and snared one leg, ripping it raw in the process. The servant yelled in pain and brought a spear down in an attempt to sever the vines, but more and more kept coming. There was a second's hesitation before the spear was used to sever the entrapped leg, but even this wasn't enough as more vines bridged the gap and dragged the body to the ground encircling the servant in a thorny cocoon.
But that only lasted a second at most before holy flames engulfed the leg and body of Lancer, burning the body in an instant and leaving nothing but golden ash behind. Despite the victory it was too late for Berserker as the only thing holding him together now was the Noble Phantasm and in this moment there was no semblance of intelligence left. So the vines began to spread throughout the battle ground searching for one of two targets and finding the Saber first .
They were able to use their sword to beat back the vines but the onslaught was constant, the only benefit being that Archer had ceased their attacks to avoid the vines as well. The parried another torrent before quickly scanning the battlefield and easily identifying the tower of vines...resembling a cross of all things. They shook their confusion off and gathered prana into their legs before launching forward , while at the same time preparing to unleash their full Noble Phantasm.
Saber had fought Berserker once and fought with them once, or rather twice now, and couldn't deny that they possessed incredible power and dedication. So that left the only option of finishing them off as quickly as possible with their strongest attack.
They hit the ground and powered through the pain of several thorns tearing into their feet and let loose the full power of their noble phantasm aimed directly at the now exposed heart of Berserker.
The master heard the explosion and felt the sheer power wash over him from where he was standing. The command seals on the back of his hand faded away as he just gave a hearty laugh and turned away, planning to head back to the church. It's really what the servant would have wanted.
Berserker Class Servant- Father Alexander Anderson
Noble Phantasm- Nail of Helena, The Monster Of God
-One of the nails that pierced Christs body that destroys and corrupts the body of the
user in exchange for the immense power that it holds. It appears in the form of thorny vines capable of digging in to flesh and burning the foe away with holy flames.