Kanji hadn't even seen the water coming until he barreled into him and forced him to throw his hammerspike into the ground to keep him steady. He grit his teeth and took it, and was left a sodden mess.

He sneezed, clearing the water from his mouth and nose, and he'd had enough. All Berserkers had to fight to manage that rage that bubbled in their minds, but sometimes you just had to give in and tell that beast, 'Yes. Just do what you need to do'.

They called it "Beast Release." He lowered his center of gravity, then lunged. But rather than continuing to beat away at the Medusa like a crazed maniac, there was precision in the motion. He chose the lower part of the belly and swung, spike first, and tore up and away.

Fell Cleave always felt so damn good.