You rely on brute strength to achieve your goals, believing yourself the hero in a glorious quest to purge the seas of certain individuals. You could not be further from the truth. Your mindless rage is not refinement or skill, your strength cannot overcome the power of refined magic.
Might rules the seas, yes. However, Magic itself is might. There is no more powerful energy in this world - it’s already destroyed most of it, but still you insist your physical prowess is superior? The mere idea is laughable. You rely on magic without even knowing it! Every single technique you know that isn’t direct contact with your fists? That’s magic you’re using. Not as refined or elegant as true magic, but magic nonetheless.
Even a weak curse user would end you without a second thought. Your strength will not carry you to defeat one. To have a mere chance against the best, you need extensive skill with a Devourer and the ability to nearly perfectly mask your energy, alongside Vanishing Style to get in close before you’re spotted. Your “bare bloody knuckles” will be nothing but dust in the wind after but a short encounter with a competent heat mage, of which there are many.
The very Explosion, Ash, and Magma mages you despise are some of ones most dangerous to you. They’ll blast every limb off your body, burn your lungs from the inside, light your body ablaze and melt you down. Your attempts at slaughter will be fruitless. You are not prideful in your strength - your are jealous of the power Magic grants.
There will be no rising up for you. An upset will come to the War Seas soon enough, yes. It will not be you, nor your movement. Weapon users would sooner take over the War Seas than you would.
It is often acts of desperation that can herald the fate of the world. Not acts of rage like yours. The creation of curses was Prometheus’ final attempt to slay Arthur, the set in action the events that would lead to his demise. The Fracture was the panicked reaction of a man whose instincts for survival split the world and decimated humanity. The Wrath of the Gods was a final, desperate move to take down the man who would attempt to purge the world of curses and rectify Prometheus’ mistake.
These were not of rage, but of fear. Of desperation. When pushed to the brink, one will do anything to survive. Berserkers will not rise - they don’t need to. While they do not prosper as they may have once done, they are not on the brink of extinction.
So come, try to tear out my heart. To crush it with the strength you boast. I assure you, you will be nothing but fragments of charred bone by the end.
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I do not intend any harm towards you, I’m merely following the energy the post set up. berserkers cool, punching strong is neat. i prefer mages though
