Khazan roared with Fury as he gripped his battle axe and iron sword, bare chested with only shoulder plates, gauntlets, clots already shredded as well as iron greave boots, his long blond hair waving as his expression was that of a rabid beast, killing whatever crossed his path, he was accused unjustly, now, everyone knew him as a monster, a Berserker.

Khazan dodged the bears and in a spinning attack sequence he brought the giant animal hard to the snowy floor, Khazan breathed for air but growled at sensing the second bear, he gripped his battle axe and iron sword, gritting his teeth.

Khazan knew all to well, what they took from.hom, from Ozma, his dear ,dearest friend, and he would have his revenge.