I approach my enemy, in the semi-conscious state of blood-lust, with all the rage of a Berserker I give a mighty cry, throwing away my shield, I charge at my opponent, cleaving his sword wielding hand off at the wrist. I wrench his shield from his hands and smash it against his head, before throwing it away. I take my sword and shove it into the side of his knee, locking his joint and keeping him from moving. I grab him by the shirt to keep him from falling to the ground, then I use my fingers to gouge a hole in his stomach, and thrust my fist into his intestines. He gives a yelp of rage and pain as I use my thumb and forefinger to pull out his eye before sticking the thing into my mouth, chewing and swallowing as he watches with the eye that remains on his face. I throw his bleeding carcass to the ground, then scoop him back up and snap the bone of his forearm in my hand. With a victorious howl, I bite his neck, chewing through his jugular vein. Blood sprays over me, and I welcome it, bathing in it's warm red wetness, my eyes closed in pleasure. I stick my hand into the gaping wound at the side of his head and pull with all my strength, tearing an even larger seam across his neck. I pull out my knife and slash out the part that connects his neck to his spine, and throwing the knife away I use my hand to tear his head off his body. I throw the head at his comrades as they cower from my rage and insanity, before shoving my hand down the hole that is his neck and removing his heart, putting the still warm and very bloody piece of meat and muscle into my mouth to eat as I cast his body aside and run at his comrades...