Nameless Death used the Dragon's Roar to stun the Berserker for a split second, met the charge, and they clashed again.
Blows, counters, slashes flew.
None of their techniques were clean, or elegant.
It was just pure rage and instinct.
It was violence given form.
Berserker laughed mid-fight, blood dripping from his lips.
"Did you feel that?" he yelled. "I can kill your consciousness. Rip it apart. I wasn't planning on doing this yet, but you pissed me off."
He lunged.
But then something cut through the air.
Something sharp, silent, and fast.
Nameless Death's Death Sense screamed.
He moved his head, barely dodging a bullet.
Berserker moved too, but not fast enough. The bullet shot at him exploded in the air beside him.
Berserker's right hand blew apart.
He recoiled, stumbling back.
A voice echoed through the trees.
"Missed me, bitch?"
Nameless Death turned to the source of voice.
