With Nimrack distracted, Mark saw his chance. he squeezed his fists, calmly going into a meditative state. Come to me, Beserker... Suddenly, Mark grew in size, and an extra set of arms- along with wolverine claws- sprouted from him. A heavy suit of armor formed around his body as his transformation into beserker was complete. Beserker pulled out his Warhammer-axe, slowly approaching Nimrack as he snuck up on him.