It's so tempting to give into the rage that gives Berserker it's name. Castor can feel it itching under her skin, pushing at her senses not unlike The Echo would. It whispers at her, curls around her thoughts and heart...

No, she thinks, not here. Not now.

She raises her axe, pushing away the inner beast that so wanted to consume her. Maybe later. For now, she smashes the axehead into the ground in front of her with all the force she can manage, bellowing a war cry as Ground Shaker connects with every bugger around her.