A glance to the side told him that the kid could fight too. That was something he'd file away for later. Right now he was busy slashing viciously at anyone near him, the anger in him just making his movements stronger. Angering a berserker was never a good idea, that was for sure. They'd thought the booze would slow him down but he'd spent years fighting drunk now. He knew how to manage it.

Another roar and he was spinning again to take down as many as possible with one sweep of his axe. He noticed the leader had disappeared but he figured he'd deal with this lot first. Or see if the kid could spot him. Sure he was putting his faith in someone he barely knew but so far it seemed that the kid could hold his own.

That was good enough for him.