Kuvaus
Some men just relish confrontation. They long to jump into the fray, scrapping with an enemy, seeing them beaten to a pulp. As the battle rages on, they get more and more into a frenzy. Wounds seem to not matter and actually drive their bloodlust further. That the case with the Umber Berserkers. Once battle is met, it only ends when either they or their enemy are no longer moving.
