"A berserker…" Syrion muttered to himself.
Someone with an extraordinary regenerative ability that allowed them to shrug off most attacks.
Weapons of war that will land a hit no matter what it takes. So long as their will burns, they will regenerate and fight to the bitter end.
However, she's not showing her true power.
Hiding? Why?
She seemed concerned as well.
Every so often, her eyes would flick to the side, towards Gwen.
As if to check out her reaction.
Syrion stabbed his blades into the ground.
"Well, will you fight? And I don't mean just the mundane action of swinging your sword. I mean fight like your life depends on it." He asked with his arms folded.
Alice paused.
Fight… Yes, she would like to.
But wanting to do so and actually doing so was… difficult. Gwen may have spoke about wanting to kill Solaris but at the end of the day, her father was still the Apostle.
