The man was pure muscle.
However you think about it, that is the only word that can do him justice. Anyone who sees this giant of a man - over two meters tall - will find their eyes drawn to his extraordinary mass. The sense of hopelessness only increases as you tilt your head to try and guess at his height.
From the innumerable scars carved into his pale skin, one can easily imagine the immense amount of training and battle the man has overcome. However, it is obvious that not a single one of those wounds had truly pierced him.
After all, what could come of taking a paring knife to a ball of metal? The man's body is a steel mass in itself. A sharp blade may cut his skin - even draw some blood - but it stops there.
His arms alone are virtually the size of crocodiles. There is nothing covering his pectorals, but it is clear that the toughness of his body is practically armor. His legs trudge along with the force of mammoths.
Leather straps tightly coil around his entire body, including his face, but he does not appear to be suffering. In fact, the man is smiling, as though enjoying it - as though asking, is this all that constricts me? Certainly, the straps around his waist and between his legs cannot be considered protection at all.
That is fine; his flesh is not something meant to be contained within armor. If anything, it is unnecessary. That is the immensity of the man's mass.
The man crashed through the forests east of Trifas as evening set in. To the onlooker, a fish walking on land may be more believable; he stood out like a sore thumb against the abundance of nature that surrounded him.
He is the Berserker of the Red.
"Would you stop, Berserker?!"
Someone was pursuing this unchained brute. Leaping from branch to branch, a girl clad in verdant green called out to Berserker again and again. Her cold, sharp eyes contained a beastly glint. Her hair stretched out long and unkempt, utterly devoid of the silkiness that one would find amongst those of noble birth; however, it befitted someone which such an feral appearance. Yes... she may well be a beautiful beast in human form.
Berserker chortled and answered her words without ever breaking stride.
"Ha ha ha! I cannot respond to that order, Archer. I must bring myself to that castle, to where the oppressors are."
Archer shouted in exasperation.
"You gull! We merely wait until the time is ripe! Why do you not understand?"
However, Berserker did not stop. He continued to walk, one powerful step after another. He had been walking for two days already, and spotted by passers-by more than a few times. Archer could only pray that that shady priest had things under control.
"To me, the word 'wait' does not exist."
This is it - Archer decided to give up on him. More accurately, seeing as she could not persuade him, she chose to focus on supporting him instead, as ordered.
"Only a madman, in the end... this task is beyond me."
She sighed as she muttered to herself - but she was answered by another.
"I guess so... not for nothing is he a Berserker."
Archer looked up towards the source of the voice; standing on one of the branches was a man with a carefree smile on his face. He was pleasing to the eyes - but not in the way of knights of old whom softened the hearts of noble ladies with their courteousness. His eyes were those of raptors, he was of a strong and firm build, and yet he was free from any appearance of crudeness. He looked the image of a great hero - one adored and admired by any man and woman, young and old, who looked upon him.
He was the Rider of the Red - the man who, according to Assassin's Master, could match the invincible Karna.
"Rider... do you suggest we forsake him?'
He shrugged and replied.
"Do we have a choice? The only thing he can think about is fighting. You're the strange one here, trying to talk him out of it."
"I was rather skilled in the restraining of wild beasts. I did fancy putting a shaft through his knee and being done with it, but..."
If she had done so, Berserker would undoubtedly have changed his course and rounded on her instead.
"Well, I'm glad you decided not to."
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