Nathan stared at his former mentor with hate burning in his features. The very man that had left him locked up in a dungeon was asking him to talk upstairs. Talk? Nathan couldn't believe the nerve of the man, but he had to admit for a second that his hands were tied for the moment. Diane's life was in Sparrow's hands, and while he desperately wished to rip the face off the monster in human flesh, he had to restrain himself for a moment.

To the side was Sparrow's right hand, the same man that had come down with Sparrow to see him in his cell. This time the brute's face was hardened, his lips nothing but a thin line, and in his hands were daggers at the ready. Nathan's eyes seemed to hurt the more he looked at the blades; the blade of the daggers seemed to have darkness swirling around them, which made the berserker wary of the rogue.

That wasn't the only person with Sparrow because on the left side of Sparrow was a lady wearing armor and holding an empty bow with a bloodthirsty smile, staring at Nathan with what looked to be possessiveness. The seductive look on her face only served to snap Nathan out of his staring as it seemed her smile extended the longer Nathan ogled her. His bloodlust cooling enough to think, Nathan decided to analyze the trio.

[Name: Nora Kal

Moniker: N/A

Archetype: Ranger

Level: 27]

[Name: Brian Frazier

Moniker: N/A

Archetype: Rogue

Level: 29]

[Name: Ferran Goli

Moniker: Sparrow

Archetype: ?

Level: ?]

Unsurprisingly, Sparrow was the only one that Nathan had been unable to analyze. At the very least, it meant that he was higher than level thirty, but Nathan suspected that he was at a minimum at level forty, maybe more than that. The newest information meant the two beside Sparrow were basically dead, and the only one that Nathan had to worry about was Sparrow, but for some reason, the berserker was unsettled. He kept glancing around the trio as something in his gut told him something was wrong.

"No," Nathan said calmly. "If the next words out of your mouth aren't where I can find my friend, then I suggest that you swallow them."

The Berserker's tone was ice cold and as distant as ever, but his eyes kept searching for the piece his gut was trying to tell him was missing. His eyes went past Sparrow's frame to where a staircase leading upstairs was. It wasn't too stupid for him to imagine that the staircase most likely led to Sparrow's throne room and what was most definitely the ground floor, as they were still in the basement of the building, which meant the building had two sublevels below ground.

He briefly considered the possibility of there being a trap upstairs waiting for him and had to nod his head at the fact that there probably was one waiting for him, but rather than ease his gut, it seemed like everything was screaming at him that he was still missing something—something crucial—but Nathan had to mentally shrug away the feeling. Right now, Sparrow was right in front of him, and he was going to do his very best to take out the cunning old man.

"Well, isn't that a bit harsh, my boy?" Sparrow said sadly. "I'll be sure to place a flower on your grave. Kill him."

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The command was given to the pair on each side of Sparrow. They launched themselves at his words, but Nathan was already prepared. The rogue was quick on his feet for someone so huge and brutish looking, while the ranger wasn't far behind him, the bloodthirsty lady loosing arrow upon arrow upon him even as she sought to get closer to him.

Unfortunately for the pair, they were still too slow to match up to him. Sure, they were faster than the guards, but to Nathan, the difference was negligible. In fact, he felt it was non-existent for some reason. It honestly didn't matter to him; they were nothing more than bugs to be crushed underfoot.

"Come to me, come to your deaths," Nathan muttered.

"The only person who is going to die today is YOU!" the brutish rogue growled.

His face scrunched up in concentration as he sliced at Nathan's exposed torso, only to have his blades clash with the Berserker's crossed arms. Nathan didn't hesitate to pull back and punch at the exposed Rogue's face. Blood erupted from the Rogue's nose from the brief exchange. The Berserker was already getting ready to land another attack but instead hopped back, narrowly avoiding an arrow aimed at his head. His eyes shifted to the ranger who smiled and blew him a kiss before reloading her bow for another shot.

[Devil's Touch (I) has taken effect on your body. You have lost 3% of your health.]

What?

Nathan dismissed the notification, but his mind was already whirring as he tried to figure out what exactly had just happened. Out of curiosity, he raised his arm to the surprising sight of a thin cut that ran across his arm from when he'd blocked the Rogue's strike. A smile split Nathan's face at the realization—the bug in front of him had managed to score a hit. It surprised him as much as it thrilled him, the fact that the fight wasn't going to be a total waste of his time.

"I see you've pieced it together," Brian said with a bloody grin. "You're going to die, cutthroat's honor."

The brute launched himself at Nathan, but the berserker had other plans. For him, the rogue wasn't much of an issue when it came to scoring a fatal strike in one attack; the ranger was, and she was finally close enough that he could attack her with a quick dash. So that was what he did. Taking a step to the side to cause Brian to obscure the ranger's field of vision, Nathan attacked. His dexterity was more than enough to aid him in maneuvering out of the way of Brian's attack and punching through the ranger's midriff, her armor doing naught to protect her from the force behind Nathan's punch.

His fist punched through the steel armor with sickening ease, tearing through her abdomen like paper and erupting from her back in a fountain of blood. The ranger let out a soft gasp at how suddenly her death had found her, but Nathan wasn't moved; he'd already pulled back his fist before she could mouth any sort of last-gasp attack. The ranger didn't seem to give up on trying as she tried to poke his eyes out with her nails, but the berserker responded by sending her flying into the wall with a swift kick to her shins.

"Noraaaaaaaaa!!!" Brian screamed, a tear rolling down his eyes. "You will pay for that!"

Nathan simply smiled at the enraged rogue in a demeaning manner, as though telling the brute to do the best he could. A part of the berserker flinched at the thought that maybe he just murdered the Rogue's version of Diane right in front of him, but the cold-blooded killer in him shrugged it off—they'd come after him, and at the very least, he would send the brute to join the ranger in whatever existed after death.

The clash between the pair was one-sided. For a moment, Nathan simply attacked as he let the brutish rogue vent, careful not to let the blades bite into his skin. In fact, he'd marked it down in his mind that the moment the rogue would land a hit on him would be the moment that the rogue would die. So he stood still, letting the overhead strike from the rogue almost meet him before casually moving his head to avoid the strike narrowly. His body moved automatically to avoid every single attack from the enraged brute.

"What are you doing? Fight me, you coward, FIGHT ME!!!" Brian growled, spittle flying from his mouth as he attacked like a rabid dog.

"Ok."

The 'fight' was over before Brian could even process Nathan's response, the Berserker's hand blurring as he smacked the rogue across the face, knocking out a couple of teeth. But it didn't end there, as Nathan wasn't close to anywhere done with the rogue; after all, the brute had promised to torture him, and Nathan wasn't above doing the same to him.

A resounding crack split the air as Nathan's shin met Brian's knee, the Rogue's inferior constitution giving way to Nathan's superior strength as it fractured, with bone poking out of the skin, causing the rogue to drop down to his good knee. The scene was like something right out of a horror movie, but Nathan wasn't deterred, his morality tossed aside in his new reality. He didn't even feel anything when the rogue howled in pain, his clenched fist already moving to deliver the killing blow.

An unsettling squelch rang out as Nathan's fist pounded the downed Rogue's head, the force following his fist causing his skull to cave in, instantly killing the rogue. The body of the brute fell back with a thud; his fit of rage had not been enough to get him to a reasonable footing with Nathan—if anything, it had made him less effective. The Berserker turned to face the remaining member of the trio: Sparrow.

"You're next," Nathan said, pointing a bloody finger at the grinning Lord.

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