He swung his Chainfist and Chainaxe in a wide arc in front of him, the screaming weapons spreading to his sides. More Emus became butchered, vestigial limbs and bloody stumps falling to the ground with sickening thumps. The Berzerker didn’t bother to ask why birds were assailing the Dojo, mainly because he did not care. They had blood; that was enough. He soon switched his axe out for a Bolt Pistol. He began to fire rapidly into the advancing horde, mass reactive bolts burrowing into flesh and eviscerated Emus from the inside.