The Out Of World
Lichte's Brain
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A man barreling down Fafnir's way in a heavy suit of armor with a bushy beard and crown wasn't exactly the most inconspicuous of things, but Berserker's preoccupation with his gold left him vulnerable to the Saber's approach all the same. The dwarf rolled backwards in a panic to narrowly avoid a stab aimed at his throat, which of course left him somewhat irked.Right, that's it. This fight has gone on long enough. Did I think fight? I meant farce. This Fafnir was too crazy and kill happy for me to allow him to stay around, even for a Berserker.
Time to finish him off and head home. Leaping forward, I charge straight at him and hope that Archer doesn't shoot me in the back. Still, I have one surprise if he tries.
Drawing my sword, and deliberately not activating my Noble Phantasm just yet, I take a few somewhat cautious stabs and slices. Time to gauge his defenses before I really get going.
"THE MIGHTY FAFNIR JUST GOT HIS FREAKIN' GOLD BACK AND PEOPLE ARE ALREADY TRYIN' TO STEAL IT AGAIN! NO WAY, NUH-UH, THAT AIN'T GONNA FLY!" A golden sword of his own materialized in Fafnir's grip, with which he parried Saber's next few swings skillfully despite his rough, savage demeanor. "BUT IF YOU WANT SOME GOLD, THE MIGHTY FAFNIR HAS GOT SOME RIGHT HERE FOR YA!" Berserker whipped his sword across the ground before his own feet with a flourish, unleashing a shower of molten sparks as the blade screeched against the pavement and then made a 'come hither' gesture with one hand.