Berserk Griffith Vs Guts Novels & Stories

This guy was just too skinny and light for Kalen to struggle to bring him down. Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! The fall disoriented him, so he couldn’t react as Kalen unleashed a flurry of blows at his face. The Berserker Battle Mode is a very straightforward and easy divine battle art, but don’t dare underestimate its strength. This series of calculations by him was all it took to kill this troublesome fellow. His flurry of blows blew his opponent’s head off, as his brain matters scattered all over the floor. The spectators were slow to react but as soon as they understood, cheers erupted everywhere.

They locked onto the Berserker. Viggo did not retreat. He roared, a guttural sound that rattled my chest cavity. He leapt into the air. His biceps swelled, the tendons in his neck distending as he swung his warhammer. He aimed for the armored shoulder. He connected. The sound was a deafening, metallic ring—like a church bell struck by a projectile. The Barzil-steel dented. The machine staggered, its gears whining in a high-pitched mechanical protest.

He finally realized that Severin's strength had far outclassed his! As the Gahrrs' Great Elder, he had gained much experience in past battles and considered shifting to close combat due to the ineffectiveness of normal combat. The Violet Thunderbolt Fist, which was unique to the Gahrrs, focused on sharp attacks that could be lethal in close encounters.

Berserker's Fist! Noah immediately retreated with his Flicker. Dodging to the side before kicking at Rax's legs. Dragon Sweep! The man could do nothing against the sudden attack. His body fell to the side allowing his opponent to slash down at him with his Gravity Force powered sword. Vertical Cleave! Rax panicked and swiftly crossed his arms to defend against the powerful attack that headed at him. The ground caved in, unable to handle the strength released from the attack. But the man stood up soon spitting out a bit of blood before smiling crazily, revealing his bloodied teeth. "You're a real pain in the ass, brat!"

he ordered. Brand saw red. His wolf snarled low in his throat. The Hirðstjóri's eyes widened in surprise at the feral sound, taking a step backwards and drawing his blade. Brand threw an elbow fiercely into Sigurd's middle and an 'oomph' escaped the giant man's lips. His hand dropped from Brand's arm reflexively and Brand lunged toward the captain, heedless of the steel in his hand. He tackled the man, taking him down to the muddy ground, before he could gather his wits enough to use the sword in his hand.

He fought like a fucking berserker. He sank his teeth into Alex’s shoulder, tore through his muscles, and slammed him against the wrecked SUV with a force that dented the metal. Alex yelped in pain, he twisted free, and lunged for Ainsley’s throat, but Ainsley ducked and clawed across his chest, opening flesh like it was paper. Blood sprayed across the pavement. Alex shrieked and kicked back, but Ainsley tackled him again, this time dragging him across the road like a ragdoll. His teeth were locked in his hind leg.

Letting him go, I plant my foot on his back and kick him to the ground. Lifting a hand to my nose, I press the throbbing bridge. He better not have broken it. Running my hand through my hair, I blow out an exasperated breath. "Let me guess, you're a grunt Erebus contracted and is now giving a chance to move up within his ranks by attempting to kill me." I pause giving him time to answer, but he doesn't. Surprise, surprise. Instead, he lunges, grabbing my shoulders and shoving me into the wall. The air is knocked out of me when it is followed by a punch to the gut.

"Hmph!" Gunnr swung his blade. The strike was brutal, enveloping both Ray and Travis. Ray had no choice but to use Exile on both of them, just to deflect the edge of the attack. Blade after blade, Gunnr struck with a cold, mocking grin. "I can swing like this all day. Can you keep using your powers nonstop?" He wasn't bragging. Beast-types were essentially upgraded combat-types. Their advantage was insane explosive power and seemingly limitless endurance. When Gunnr claimed he could slash all day… he absolutely meant it.

Every movement was heavier, sharper, driven by something reckless, like the creature had abandoned everything except the need to kill. “Berserk,” Riley said under his breath, already adjusting his stance. It made sense. They had pushed it too far. Hayes took the first hit, and the impact slammed into his shield hard enough to echo through the cavern, forcing him back a full step as the force travelled straight through his arms. “Jesus,” he hissed, tightening his grip as he reset his stance, “my arms have gone numb.” Riley didn’t look away from the boss. “Yeah,” he said. “It hits harder, but it’s wide open. Defence is gone.”

Then, only a word remained... “F*ck”! Alex turned all the resentment and grudge against the True Martial Starlord into energy before venting on those female bloodshot-eyed gorillas. “Bodhi’s Dragon-Tusk Punch!” Alex immediately let out the punch on a gorilla that jumped over to scratch his throat. The gorilla was knocked back with a loud bang, but it was not injured severely and soon came up to him again. That old geezer’s reminder about the opponents having the same combat power was indeed... not a lie. Each ape’s combat power was comparable to his.