The Fool and the Berserker

The Fool and the Berserker

'Vaaaaaaaah!'

The pack of lycanthropes raised a war cry. I charged straight at them from the front.

Ten meters remained until the collision. I pulled back my raised right hand and pushed in the scroll from my sword belt.

'Scroll: Physical Enhancement.'

I accelerated. I closed the distance faster than a werewolf could attack, drove the tip of my staff into its throat, and fired.

The Wind Hammer blasted a hole through it, spraying blood across the face of the one behind it.

'Gah!'

As I ran past the lycanthrope covering its eyes on instinct, I swung once horizontally. The cut was shallow, but deep enough to expose its intestines.

I didn't stop. Continuing to run, I spin-cocked and swung my sword to the side. It cut through the right arm of a lunging lycanthrope, and as it lost its balance, I slammed magic into its face...