Serperion said
Ruber shouted. "Romulus! I DEMAND OUR POWER!" He shouted up at the floating Roman spirit. Rubers skin on his arms started to rip, as muscle and fur started to force its way from his average sized frame, his eyes were deeply red, his rage had manifested into power, the gift of Mars and avatar of Quirnus given flesh! He started to grow in size as he held RBerserkers sword in his hands refusing to let go!
"This is definitely not... Super! Not super at all!" Berserker let go of the saber and jumped backwards, looking to Robert. "Master, permission?"
"Granted," Robert smirked and called off his summons, devoting more of his prana flow to his Servant. "COLONEL! Show them your... Credentials!"
Berserker smiled and looked into Ruber's eyes, full of insanity. "It's time I showed you what a true Heroic Spirit is capable of, not an evil fake like yourself! Come to me, my Rough Riders!"
Berserker disappeared, as did his sword. Suddenly, the sound of thunderous hoofbeats began to echo around Elasa, before slowing and coming to a halt. Berserker sat on horseback at the very edge of Elasa's barrier with a small military unit behind him. "Men! The beast you see before us is a threat to our livelihood! It must be eliminated at all costs!" Berserker raised his saber high into the air before lowering it, directed straight at Ruber. "ROUGH RIDERS! CHARGE!"
The Rough Riders obliged, thundering towards Ruber, Berserker at the front, leading the charge. Sabers flashed through the air, all intent to have Ruber's head.