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The slience shot the night, galaxy waves, and through-out Berserker's spacecraft. another hunt was to be prepared, something to tame that bloodthirst within him.
His passion isn't singular, many of his kind want him eradicated merely for existing. Having tarnished reputation and all means something, Berserker eye's his waist, his dagger, along his skulls taken from the scum criminals. His hunting style is impatient as tactical, yet forceful, more importantly it works as a charm.
Berserker would be lying if he wasn't looking for more. He ponders sometimes about what the Enforcer Yautja will try to do when they catch up to him, sinking himself in the adrenaline of that thought, it was as expected. He runs on a busy agenda of things that are indecent to make any being isn't a bad blood shutter in weariness, precisely what He gets a kick out of.
His ivory tusks click quietly, huffing and placing back the knife dagger He was toying with. Berserker sits up and heads to the front of the ship, there was a red glow within the walls of the craft, highly doubting He'll test out a fashion sense when he's literally a extrestisal murderer. He'd thought it would be appropriate to treat himself to a new type of idea for today, thinking so tapping on the buttons of the huge screen, finding something that piques his interest.
These numbers creaked ransom, seeing it was some illusion at first, He zooms in, forwarding to the coordinates of this area, the panel made the image more comprehensible. There was this sheet of unfamiliar surroundings forming before him, He wasn't that vividly intact with districts around earth, Berserker has never heard of this, was He not up to date?
Lowly Growling as He requested maybe demanding to hear the name of this uptight place.
“New york” It says in a small robotic voice, Berserker scoffs, zooming in to take a closer look at it, apparently it's one of the more known places of the earth.
What catches his attention is the crime reports it seems to ensure. Berserker as he presses the buttons, Humans are repulsive, most of them, He reminds in an irritated way. Why else would he not believe it? Berserker shook his head, What a merit of a law abide they've all committed.“Let's have an inspection,” Saying to himself in his foreign language, pushing his way beyond his frustration, a crowd of clouds move for this, one thing although, his hunting life could never be the same after this.
Berserker was being a bit vague with this. Like the focus of an eagle, Berserker courses his ship finally, anticipation rises even quicker than he grew too. Ruthless words swell his mind only, this was surely a change, his skull trophies also agree to that. Berserker was this big force of overwhelm to all, his aura is strict, let alone being stubborn. It's fairly obvious, in his own world a lone wolf is what He tends to be, He could never form it when He is around, He has trouble with others when He *rarely* socializes. He sees it as something in the way of everything else, and what Berserker desires is triumph.
“Did you give it to him yet?” “Ah, let me check. Of course i did you fucking moron.” A hasty and faint voice replied. It appears they were doing some illegal trading of some suspicious items.
Stealing money from well organized banks, stores, hospitals. A word of importance, Berserker was supposed to be the baddest, seeing them languish before him kneel down for their life is just another day for him, it doesn't compare when you think about it. They were armed, well, Berserker wasn't too worried about it all, obviously enough something valuable was about to be robbed from them.
Gazing into his route of glory, making his haze direction to the least suspecting victims. Nobody really has to warn them, they're worthless adversaires that were for hire. Draining out his luck He alerted one of the guys, quickly switching out his wrist blade Berserker takes a swing at his chest, viewing what seemed to be a opening, Berserker swiftly fool the goon on it's back, then to his surprise, drips of agonizing blood from his back area, “Seriously, i wouldn't think we would be on the mists of taking down a creep who dresses like a alien crab.”Noting that, He swiftly takes a moment to wash the floor with them, punish, for dishonor.
On the ropes of getting caught, Berserker latches onto a nearby tree and swings, the graduate speed proceeds right when He realizes He falls into a bush. He was wounded, becoming dizzy, the illusion to his own fault. Berserker amplifies his will, there are no other colors in his world except red, with sight of the trees swaying beside him. At this point it was fair to say He was going to stick here for a while. Turning to look around, grappling onto the sight of disbelief, Berserker firstly sighs and takes out his med-kit, grunting as it's painfully empty.
With a pond making the tiniest drops, there was no sound over where an extraterrestrial, filled with anger was sitting. Berserker lets out, body-aching roar that makes nearby birds fly in flocks, they chirp as they fred the forsaken place he was in, singing a few notes as done. Berserker has felt many things while being on his hunts, only assuming that He is no coward, doesn't mean He'll never need help.
Encompassing his hope onto his comms, pressing his claws gently against the cold metal, the sight of this profound nightmare almost wants to make him laugh. But He's wilted, as Berserker grunts once more, He could feel the pain and every ounce of stress in his muscles. They tensed, and coiled, of course He had to be brave, stand and be strong for his colleagues back at the perimeter, He needs to protect them especially when He was at a loss for others, right?
Berserker's eyes focused on a beam of approaching footsteps, expressions darkening as He hadn't even healed himself yet, it was those goons coming back to finish the job, He guesses. How could He have prepared for this? Berserker couldn't help but picture the scum coming in packs, they want him, for He knows, his bad choices. Berserker does the best He can and lets out a threatening snarl as it comes into view-point, He let his eyes meet what emerged.