Memory:Berserker king

A jewelled iron circlet holds back the long, wild hair of this fearsome, foaming fighter. With a deafening yell, this warrior leaps at you. Scars cover his skin, from battle and self-inflicted wounds while under the influence of drugs silencing pain. War paint covers his body from head to foot, and a great notched axe is swung by strong arms made even stronger by the mystical battle rage. He doesn't waste a single thought on parrying your strikes, but his reckless will to attack makes it highly probable that he'll have you skewered before you can exploit the gaping holes in his defense.