herologismâ:
Hah? Alter stops in his motions and glances around. Did someone else show up while he was occupied? Frankly, that would probably be helpful, but when he looks around, only Eric is there. So thatâs what the berserker sounds like when he talks. Too bad heâs right back to muttering growls afterwards. (Alter fails to savor.)Â âSure.â He can cut up a throat, though. Thatâs easy. Heâs going to need to generate a few mew blades, though, as the current ones are getting dull.Â
Alter dismembers what seems usable and not obviously contaminated with organ spillage, which results in quite a long time of work (good thing Alter has horrible sense of time), Alter more covered in blood than clean (now theyâre both gross), and a rather sizable pile of material and possibly-usable meatstuffs. âDone, I think? That whatâs-her-name who collects materials might like to look at the carcass, but other than that.â Whoever she is. Heâll find her at some point. Alter looks over at Eric as if waiting for further command.
 âYou should cook it you idiot. At least to someone who still likes you.âÂ
 âAfter all, sharing is best with friends. And family as well. But all of us learned that fact after we die, so this second life , even if we didnât ask for it, is something we should savour.âÂ
that is surely something Eric would say, that is surely Eric speaking right now. And there is a lack of grrs in his voice but then he scratches his throat and its back to the normal berserker voice as well.Â
 âGrr. Grr.â
 he points gently to the scrap of meat left after all that scavenging. Sure we could have used magic to do all the work but a hard day of work is its own reward.Â
  âGrr... stea- grr. â
 Was he about to say steak?











