79 Berserker

"Waaah!"

The Berserker marveled.

With great interest, it watched the swaying of the burning toy's flames'.

Swaying, that was induced by the Berserker's own clenched fists.

"Woooo!"

Fascinating.

The Berserker found the fact that it could not get a grip on the Fire Spirit truly fascinating.

"Waaaa!"

"You find it that interesting, huh?" The Spirit asked with a smile. "Can't say I blame ya. Fire is the best, isn't it? Even I get enchanted by my own Flames sometimes."

As if those words held any meaning to it, the Corrupted Dark Elf Berserker stopped swinging its fists.

It stared for a bit.

"What you gonna try now?"

The Berserker took heavy steps towards the Fire Spirit, whose flames had been blown a couple of meters away.

It extended its hands forward.

'Huh?' The Spirit was shocked.

"Chichichi... Hahaha!" The Berserker laughed and chuckled, as it held its hands in the middle of the Fire Spirit's burning body.

"You..."