[center][h1]Berserker[/h1][/center]

Berserker cast a sharp glance at her Master. Without any warning she closed the gap between them with frightening speed, lifting Giorgio up by his collar and slamming him into the concrete bank of the underpass in what seemed like one swift motion. Her strength was so great it cracked the very foundations, cratering in jagged, concentric rings. The blow would've been more than deadly for a normal human, but she'd calculated her strength just enough so a seasoned magus like Giorgio could survive. 

"Listen and listen [i]good[/i], you little shit. I will say this [i]only once[/i]," she hissed at the out of breath magus. "My [i]name[/i] is Penthesilea. I am the last great queen of the proud warriors called Amazons, and I will be addressed [i]as such[/i]. Not 'Servant'. Not 'Berserker'. And certainly not 'Penthesilea' or any cute nicknames. [i]Queen[/i]. When you address me, it will be as 'my queen'. 'Mistress' perhaps on a good day. Do that, and perhaps you will still [i]see[/i] the end of this war. Do you understand?"

She formed a V with the index and middle fingers of her free hand and pointed them at Giorgio's eyes in case her threat wasn't clear enough. 

When he assented to understanding, she loosened her grip somewhat (so from a titanium grip to perhaps a steel or an iron one) and sighed.

"First I am killed by some cheating, spoiled mama's prettyboy, then I get one of my eyes gouged out, and now [i]this?[/i] I'm what, [i]shackled[/i] to some [i]boy[/i] for the duration of this blasted war? I mean [i]my gods[/i], you even [i]look[/i] like him!" she yelled accusingly at Giorgio. "Is there no end to this humiliation? Must I suffer for my mistakes eternally? Answer me, father!" she yelled at the sky.

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