Leo ran next to Nikolai and ran his sword trough the berserker's stomach as well, just for good measure. He glanced over at Nikolai and winked. "I'm not letting you take all the glory."

"Uh-oh..." Mercy was pulled down the floor, receiving a rough landing on the beast's head. Why was she even surprised... "Uuuh...Sure!" The girl held tightly to the Fraysan's armor until she recovered, trying to find herself in the new situation. Listening to Nickolai's 'order', she pulled the harpoon out of the monster's back, and swiftly moved the chain under his neck, as if she tried to choke it. She then slid down it's back, pulling the chain with both hands. Well, technically just with one, as the other end of it was attached to her forearm's stump. Her goal was to potentially help expose the stomach, knock the thing off its legs, or again, just prevent the monster from moving too much, to buy more time for others to wear him down.

Elyss rushed towards where the beast was, her voice filling the atmosphere with power for her allies. Her porcelain blade felt light as she held it, ready to strike whenever she needed to.

Here love ends,
Despair, ambition ends;
All pleasure and all trouble,
Although most sweet or bitter,
Here ends in sleep that is sweeter
Than tasks most noble.

But it seems her allies have gotten ahold of the berserker already. Even so, she keeps watch, berserkers, though strong and powerful are quite odd in anatomy. They trade sheer power for longevity in combat but in true Fraysan form, their lives are as quite as their bursts of strength and destruction.

There is not any book
Or face of dearest look
That I would not turn from now
To go into the unknown
I must enter and leave, alone,
I know not how.

She skirted the edges of the battle, taking note of Mercy's precarious position and the other one, the male with the blade, just near the Fraysan. She'd immediately halt her song for an Apostolus Plaxis... but right now it seemed unneeded.

The berserker fell backward a bit, suddenly being held still by Mercy. Nikolai Jr turned to Leo and chuckled, "I'm already going to," He replied. He jumped up high, taking his machete with him as it ripped through the Fraysan's exposed stomach, the loss of blood and skin loosening the armor enough to break it apart at its chest, cutting all the way to its neck. It was only then that Nikolai kicked off of its armor, back flipping and sticking the landing. The berserker stumbled a bit, a large line running across its entire torso, clinging to the last bits of life. The berserker gurgled, falling limp in a pool of its own oil.

The half-breed grabbed a towel, twirling his machete a bit before wiping the blood/oil off of it with the bar rag, "Damn, I'm good," he muttered with a triumphant smirk on his face. That triumphant smirk left when a flash of red whizzed by his face, breaking another window within the bar. A humanoid black figure went bounding away on all fours, back into the shadows. While that crisis was averted, he turned to see the source of red weapon.

Shimmering armor and dark red hair was the first thing he saw of the woman who stood up on the bar, arms crossed. Jett sighed heavily, "Can we get some security in this bar? WHERE IS JIM?"

When the Beserker fell to the floor, dead, Leo scoffed, yanking his sword out of the body. "Damnit, Nikki J just cuz you're the main character doesn't mean you get to kill everything!"

When the window shattered, Leo looked to find the source. What he found was a woman standing at the bar. He sighed. "Out of the fire and into the frying pan. Or something like that."

Meanwhile, Manic peeks his head down the stairs. "Uh... what all happened here?"

After the monster was defeated, the old drunkard retrieved his shotgun and started making walking toward the door. Free drinks would probably stop coming anyway.

Maybe he'd get lucky and some other random person would offer to fund his alcoholism.

Despite his small frame, Orwell moved in front of Edward, his eyebrows slanted down angrily. "Hold your weapon! Are you trying to kill people?"

Edward looked around and waved to Elyss and Mercy.

Mercy jumped to the side, avoiding being squashed by a massive body. The chain began to quickly retract like a vacuum cleaner's cord, pulling her forearm on the ground for a moment, before it was snapped back to its place, and her hand reformed. "Well that's a one way to start one's morning exercise..." The girl approached the shrapnel she created earlier, and tapped it with her toe, making it completely fall apart, for safety reasons. "Now if you guys don't mind Im gonna go upstairs and-" Somebody broke the window, scaring off another potential threat. "-...get dressed before anything else happens...?" She turned around to see who was the cause of it, and noticing Edward, she still made sure to wave back to him.

The tall forest towers;
Its cloudy foliage lowers
Ahead, shelf above shelf;
Its silence I hear and obey
That I may lose my way
And myself.

Elyss's shoulders relaxed as she ended her song. With a quick flourish, she sheathed her blade, only to realize the sheath wasn't there. And that she wasn't in her cloak.

She looked around, everyone was there, nearly but would it matter if she got her cloak now to hide everything? Wasn't she going to reveal herself as a Fraysan later on anyway?

The thoughts mingled with her overall shyness only for her goal to stamp it down. No, I have to be strong in this regard... if I can't... I won't even be able to face Carnifex. She sighed.

She held her blade and walked towards the berserker, her eyes focused onto the corpse. The oil bled out but at least it didn't call to her. She was grateful for that. The porcelain woman then assisted Mercy who would have been shaken when the berserker had fallen. Upon hearing Orwell's voice, Elyss looked around and saw Edward waving.

She waved back.

Jett looked over at Leo. He frowned, marching over, "Hey," he said, "Fourth wall breaks are MY thing"

Nikolai Jr. turned to Edon as he was leaving, "Hold the fuck up, old man," he called, "You owe me! Don't go walking away, I saved your life!"

"Uh... guessinh y'all are busy or something. So, I'll be heading home, got some things I need to handle. Meet you guys later? I'd say we meet here but uh, this place is pretty trashed. Must'v been a hell of a party." And he heads downstairs, going for the door so he can take his leave.

"Yeah, you did. Thanks." Edon replied, "I don't have anything to offer you, kid... 'cept maybe my boyish charm."

"Well we sure made a lot of noise..." Mercy spoke up smiling, looking around. "...And a mess just as big..." Her eyes stopped on the Fraysan body, drowning in some black substance, as well as floor and walls covered in it after the fight. Speaking of mess, right now the girl could be used as an example of this word in some dictionary. Unruly hair, face, abdomen and her arm all covered in small cuts and scratches after the impact with beast's armor, pants barely hanging where they should be because of lack of a belt, and the whole clothing coated with a thick layer of dust. She was also still bare feet.

"So this thing was a 'Berserk'?" She asked rhetorically, as she hopelessly tried to sweep the dust off her shoulders and knees. "...Quite fitting...Oh, hey, Im Mercy...!" Giving away her name to pretty much everyone, became some sort of a habit to her. Especially if someone gave his first. " And I should really check if any of my stuff survived this 'party'." Mercy jerked her thumb at the demolished room on the second floor, before running up the stairs. After she disappeared behind the wall, all that could be heard was a sound of moving debris and other stuff around. "I found my shoe!" The girl cheered, before emerging from the room with a boot in one hand, and a piece of dark cloth in the other. "And your cloak, Elyss!" Mercy leaned over the railing, so that the woman could catch it.