There's a time for love, and a time for senseless violence- And this was clearly a time for the latter. Charlotte's sword rasped from her scabbard, the short-blade she'd never used; Matched by the steel ring of Luther, resting at her waist. She'd draw her second blade, but not yet- First, she lifted the crimson potion, the bloody-red fluid seething and spitting against the sides of the vial.<br/><br/>-She drained it all, in a single gulp, tossing the bottle away to let it *smash* on the ground, scattering shards of glass. "Round two, big boy," she rasped, the lady knight feeling the *rage* begin to boil through her as the Berserker potion did it's work...<br/><br/>And *charged*, her swords swinging in a lethal arc; Tensing herself, ready to dodge the first *sweep* of the minotaur's slow but powerful maul- Wondering distantly if this one was indeed the father of her child~!