#beserker

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Captain...?

Her nails pierced the flesh of his arms but despite the pain he refused to let go.

I can't... hold on...

Her veins, now dark and black, pulsed and throbbed angrily under her skin. He restrained her against him, pinning her arms to her sides and squeezing tightly around her chest. Her back pressed against the buttons of his shirt as they knelt hunched over on the floor.

He sheilded her from the prying eyes, his body large enough to cover hers.

Run... Captain... you need to run.

The blood poured down his forearms. He bit back a yelp.

"I'm not leaving you."

He furiously scanned the crowd now gathered around them. Curious whispers filled the great hall, innocent faces dressed in ballgowns soon to be killed in a bloody masacar.

"Breathe." He ordered clenching his fists.

Her body shook violently with each breath, he could feel her muscles contorting, her strength building, and her voice vibrating into something primal.

I...

And then he saw it. The Queen. Smiling venomously down at them and he knew they had been tricked. Brought here to become the villans of her story.

These... people... I'll... slaughter them...

"I know."

The Queen didn't. They had only heard rumours of the Captain and his Angel of Death. They didn't know the full extent of her abilities, how she was a monster of mass destruction. How she could tear this entire building down and be the only one left alive.

It hurts...

"I know." He held her harder, trying to sheild her from the pain.

I don't want to do it...

"I know." He whispered, his heart breaking with hers.

Then he tore his arms free from her, drew the sword from its sheath and turned to stare down the Queen on her throne.

"So I will do it for you."

Then he went beserk.

Beserker barbarian centaur! Full sketch on Patreon. Gonna do my best to make all twelve classes. Not sure yet if he’ll be digital completely or if I’ll try painting him in.

I'd be a saber and I'd use judgment of shamash (all the forms including the guns)

Gaming Moments

Your First Beserker - Gears of War

She's big, pissed & charging toward you like a rhino on steriods. Bullets don't work, grenades have about as much effect as a firecracker & all you can do is dodge & run for the Hammer of Dawn.