A blur of wings and Spert alighted on the Berserkir’s shoulder, a flash of movement. The Berserkir frowned, and looked at Spert, who leaped back into the air and darted away, then black veins were spreading from a point on the Berserkir’s cheek, up behind his eyes, down into his neck and his grip around Orka was gone, his hands reaching to his own throat as he choked for breath. His tongue protruded from his mouth, black and swelling.
YEAH SPERT!!!!!
