Serge takes a pretty bad hit. He’d be lying, and badly, if he said it didn’t hurt. Okay. Bleeding. Bleeding really bad. Nooooot good. He steps back, away from the Berserker, one hand clutching at his side, the other raised protectively in front of him. Staff Master training. Redirect, never block. “That… all you got?”
If he gets the chance, he’s going to smash that big brute’s face in with his own axe.