"Let me tell you a secret. Your race is a berserker race. Once your mommy gets mad, things are going to go in her favor fast." He chuckled, getting more comfortable with the baby and watching the fighter take form. “You know the curse added weight and took away human features. It also destroyed the berserker rage. Crimson Lomerce Harbordeath was a force to be reckoned with."
The Nards who approached had not changed. They were still the same grotesque monsters, still under the Nard curse.
The grotesque Nards ran after Balasalisea. She felt speed unimaginable. She bounced around the area kicking and punching.
One Nard finally thought he had her subdued. Another even tried pulling her in to him.
Gale stood back somewhat amused. But the baby suddenly broke out into a wail.