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[puppy_lancer]

Action; All over Midgard

[This new berserker rage epidemic was probably the very worst thing that could happen to Lancer...or anything else around him. When Lancer went berserk, it wasn't simply a matter of being too angry to realize what he was hitting. No, both his physical and mental state contorted to turn him into something less than human. He was no more than a shambling monster that tore a trail of destruction as he ran through the city.]

[He was angry. Angry at himself for being alive even though his Master is already dead. Angry at everything else for standing in his way. Angry at <i>her</i> for dying and leaving him. He wanted to rip everything apart to create a bloody sacrifice for his Master in the next world.]

[Those who run into him in this state can try to fight and restrain him, but unless they have a certain amount of skill and physical durability, they are very likely to become badly injured or worse.]

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[puppy_lancer]

[The clamp actually does stop him in his tracks. His ears alert him to the pendulum and he, on instinct, raises his arm to block. It leaves a large, but rapidly healing gash in his arm.]

[He growls and screams as he tries to advance forward, even with the traps around his calves.]

[numberofthefiend100]

[[The wall that formerly shot at him changes, now that it's retracted. It opens up in a series of blocks, revealing a grid with a whirling blue center. The bear trap gives way and starts sucking him in towards the wall! It won't pull him through the metal grating that remains, but it ought to hold him in place long enough.

Hopefully.]] P-please! Stop!

[puppy_lancer]

[He's sucked toward the wall and is kept there for a while, his attention more or less kept by the whirling blue center. Finally, he lifts himself away from the wall long enough to try to throw a puch at the center through the grating.]

[numberofthefiend100]

[[Breaking the grating breaks the whole trap apart, and it vanishes, returning the wall to it's former state, with the addition of a hole punched in by Lancer's fist.]]

No! Please! S-stop already! I don't want to hurt you! Just... go away!

[[It's true she has been playing softcore, and another vacuum opens up under his feet, this time sucking him into the floor much like he was pinned to the wall!]]

[puppy_lancer]

[He can hear her, but he can't understand. She might as well as have screamed gibberish at him. He starts pushing himself up from the floor.]