Chapter 225: ’The Laugher’ & ’The Whiner’: Characteristics Of A Berserker & Berserkir

"I’ll ask of the berserks, you tasters of blood,

Those intrepid heroes, how are they treated,

Those who wade out into battle?

Wolf-skinned they are called. In battle

They bear bloody shields.

Red with blood are their spears when they come to fight.

They form a closed group.

The prince in his wisdom puts trust in such men.

Who hack through enemy shields."-Haraldskvæði Saga

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{Outside Sanpaku Entrance}

[Current Day 10:10 PM]

With the remaining small Takamagahara group awake around the fire, everyone listens attentively as Laban finishes her play by play of the fight happening at the place where she once ruled with an iron fist.

Laban DaeMon: "....And that’s everything that’s happened so far.

Skalmönd and the Yang Vessel are finally having their climactic showdown against my Saki.

On top of that, Roronora City is no longer a city but a lake tinted red with the blood of all the citizens."

She gets flustered and the rest of the gang gets confused.

Laban DaeMon: "On the bright side, I gotta tell ya, watchin’ my Saki go into ’Berserker Mode’ is so freaking sexy!

When he gets back, I’m gunna whip his d-"

Itsuka: "What the Hell do you mean, ’Berserker Mode’?!?

Are you telling us, you’ve known about this crazy form Saku’s been in this entire time and you didn’t tell anybody?!?"

With Laban’s bandaged hand over her sleeping daughter’s uncovered ear, the ex-Don talks through her clenched teeth.

Laban DaeMon: "Aye, wanna calm the fuck down?"

She looks down and pets her snoozing princess while explaining the new terminology.

Laban DaeMon: "Because of that Eye of Wisdom he has, no, I don’t exactly know what’s going on with my Saki.

But from everything I’ve seen with my ability, he is displaying all the characteristics of what the Vikings, Valkyrie, and my DæMon sisters would call ’going into Berserk Mode’."

The DaeMon’s love rival is clearly not entertained.

Itsuka: "Shut up, you’re lying.

That’s stupid and you’re stupid."

Zoram: "No, what she says is the truth, dear sproutling of Iôunn."

The beautiful vice captain of the Izanami division turns in surprise to look at the surviving Völva, along with everyone else.

Scylia: "You know what she’s talking about, Zorrie?"

Zoram(nods): "As someone who has witnessed first hand the customs and practices of early Scandinavian warriors, I can also testify from what Madame Laban has narrated and from your description of his emotional state, our precious Yin Vessel is in the same ’trance of fury and sorrow’ the Jormvikings once referred to as a ’Berserker’."

Laban DaeMon: *chuckles* "It’s funny, you of all people would be skeptical too, daughter of Iôunn."

Itsuka turns back with a glare towards her love rival.

Itsuka: "What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"

Laban DaeMon: "Uh, Dumbass, you were in the same ’trance’ when we fought each other a month ago and let’s not forget, I still dog walked you."

Itsuka blushes and shakes in anger, her fists are clenched at her side.

The Head Hancho yawns out loud, interrupting the bitter argument, and turning the attention towards him.

Daisuki: "Please, let us not get off track, ladies.

So, can either of you wise, neanimorphic beauties, tell us more about this new form that one of my Captains is in right now?"

Laban and Zoram look across the fire at each other.

Laban DaeMon: "Well, if the ’vice-captain’ will humor my knowledge as valid, I’ll gladly continue."

The two bickering rivals side eye each other with their non-symbiotic optics before Itsuka turns her head away, crosses her arms and legs in an small tantrum.

Daisuki: "Floor is all yours, Madame Laban."

Laban DaeMon: "Okay.

If I skip or miss anything, don’t be afraid to speak up, Zoram. I’m not your captor anymore..."

Baffled by the DaeMon’s willingness to change, Zoram swallows her spit, blushes, and nods silently.

Laban DaeMon: "Alright, there really ain’t that much left to it...

So, waaay back in the Viking/Valkyrie Era, there was a belief that certain individuals, true warriors, who are tragically victimized or if they witnesses a truly unjust act upon the weak that cannot go unpunished, those truest of soldiers go into a fit of rage they use to call ’Berserker Mode’.

And that’s pretty much it.

As you should probably all know, in Vinland’s native language, the term ’berserk’ is used for when someone goes out of control because of their current mental state."

The timid Völva raises her hand and Laban stops making the rest of the audience get ready for the important footnote.

Zoram: "That doesn’t solely pertain to the rage and sorrow that our dear Saku is expressing right now either.

Whichever side of the emotional spectrum an individual’s mental instability migrates towards, can lead them to an opposing force of nature."

Itsuka: "...’An opposing force of nature’?"

Zoram: "Like everything else that touches the Seiõr within this universe, there is also two contemporary forms of berserk.

’Berserker, the whiner’ and ’Berserkir, the laugher’."

Everyone else ponders on the same thing at that exact moment.

Everyone(thinking): *...’The Laugher and the Whiner’...?*

{Current Day 10:35 PM}

[Roronora Lake, A Top True Bloom Arena]

Shelly: *chuckles*

"I-

’I can see it’."

Her afterimage disappears, leaving the adopted brother star eyed but absolutely stunned (in a good way) from the pure coolness to her reference. His smiling mouth twitches while agape.

Meanwhile, Berserk Saku uses Nephilim’s ability to slow his momentum mid air and it appears he is just floating there for a moment until...

As if catching on to the "move spamming", the real Vessel trying to use the floating afterimage once again as a distraction, gets caught with a Mach 2 dropkick right to his chest.

Almost like a kickball off of a baseball bat he gets line drived across the stadium until he gets hit again by a double pirouetting kick to his back.

Before he can use air manipulation, he is surprisingly caught by the awestruck recovered Katsu.

The rivaling captain snickers as he suplexes Berserk Saku on the metal beneath them, however...

Right before he was launched like a rubber kickball, the Absorption Eye took a quick peak at the grip between Shelly’s teeth and changed it’s entire vessel’s matter into just that.

The nape of Berserk Saku’s neck lands perfectly on the steel, but he bounces and finishes with a half back flip on to his feet...

However, without anytime for the "Berserker" to fully recover, the sobbing vessel is immediately tackled down by the aggressive fighter with her golden pink SoulSeiõrShield and tooth gripped katana.

Katsu(thinking): *Hehe, nice try, asshole.

Shelly knows exactly how to deal with ’someone made of rubber’.*

After a roll, the well trained, and well researched fighter ends up on top, while her opponent underneath her has a full guard grapple around her ribs.

With her terrifying flexibility and relentlessness, Shelly begins to throw calculated, unforgiving downward punches towards the whimpering Berserk Saku.

The sad vessel is trying it’s best to defend from the onslaught of Shelly’s ’Ground-And-Pound’.

In a moment of panic Saku’s Vessel moves his guarding arms away from his faceto try and repel his assailant off, but...

Covered in her gorgeous new Mach 2 SoulSeiõrShield, both of Shelly’s hands go directly over his throat, and the absolute beast of a woman warrior holds on while her new upgraded magical armor helps the resolved combatant to withstand the incoming Seiõr wave trying to push her away.

The two lift up a bit but ultimately she lands on top of her choking berserk opponent.

His legs unwrap from around her.

Out of context, the scene at hand would make anyone watching thinking angry feral Shelly with a weapon in her mouth, is unmercifully strangling someone who is crying and sobbing for their life.

Gasping for air, the Yin Vessel wraps his legs around his attacker, but once again...wrong person...

Shelly(smirks): "Youuuu meshhed uuuhhhuubb."

While Berserk Saku’s legs are still wrapped around her in defense, Shelly uses her pure core strength to get back on her feet, the incomparable grasp stays on the neck of her prey as she lifts him up, her face in his stomach.

Then, the fighter with savage Valkyrie blood puts her right forearm over his chest as she slams her victim on his back.

*BAAAAMMM!!!!*

The downward pressure on their landing is enough to cause a serious dent to the top of the metal dome.

With the personal matter of the Yin Vessel still made completely of rubber, Shelly’s forearm stops him from bouncing anywhere, but his legs are still around his attacker.

As if the Anjell Eye didn’t learn the first time, Shelly isn’t fighting with Seiõr abilities, only her raw talent and intelligence.

She snickers and the symbiotic Anjell Eye widens.

In a way only possible to describe as a combination of both ’rat and snake-like’, Shelly escapes the tight leg lock around her ribs and slithers her way behind the opponent.

Successfully getting him in a perfect rear naked choke hold.

Her lips move right up to the struggling, crying Vessel’s sound sensor.

Shelly(whispers): "Go to sleep."