Berserker started mouthing off again, he used to be more bark than bite, Whip prayed that hadn't changed. He thought about her question, mulling over a plan in his head that would never come to fruition as the two had to act. Shadowbird charged Berserker with Whip following closely behind.

Again, he slide between his legs slashing his other calf as Shadowbird vaulted over him and sent a blitz of paint balls down upon him. He quickly got to his feet, grabbing a small child who had ran out in fear and speeding him off to the other end of the street and to safety with the numerous police officers who were blocking off the outer most reaches of the area.

By the time he had turned around, it looked like it was too late. Berserker had smacked Shadowbird across the ground and had just begun his ascension above her. Whip made an exasperated sound. This fight was going to end in bloodshed one way or another, he wasn't going to let it be Shadowbirds.

He sprinted up, going faster than he ever had, sparks jolting off of him and bounding down his body as he rapidly approached the two. He shoulder barged Shadowbird out of the way, quickly pointing his sword up in a vain effort to end the entire thing.

As quickly as Berserker had jumped the fight ended. Whip's blade lay broken in two, the handle and first half of the blade planted within Berserker, and the rest puncturing Whip's heart as he desperately clung on to life. His arm, crushed by the now deceased mass of Berserker, restricted his movement greatly. His glasses had shattered, glass sprinkled and puncturing his left eye as he coughed up blood.