Berserk's mask cracked under the force, a spiderweb of fractures spreading across its surface. Even so, Berserk only laughed—an ominous, guttural sound that reverberated through the ruins. "Your courage, I praise it," he said, his voice a twisted melody of admiration and mockery, the mask's cracks glinting under the dim light as if mocking the futility of their efforts.
Cypher and Edge surged forward in a desperate bid to take advantage of the moment, their weapons raised. But Berserk was faster. Metal claws erupted from his knuckles with a sickening shink, gleaming like razor-sharp talons. They shot out in a blur, piercing Jude's chest with brutal precision, the instructor's body jerking violently as blood sprayed in crimson arcs.
"Pfft!" Jude coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyes widening in shock before he crumpled to the ground. It was only then that Cypher and Edge arrived, too late, their attacks faltering as they skidded to a halt beside their fallen mentor.
