No matter if it was the Saint Graph of a Servant, the epitome of arcana and fantasy, legendary heroes considered supernatural weapons, he would crush their skull, shatter their brain and spinal cord, and scatter their innards if his axe found its mark. He'd defy the impossible odds, the pronouncements of gods and men alike. To the enemy, he roared, and his axe sang a deadly song through the air.
"...Gh!"
A guttural growl echoed as a giant, clawed hand intercepted the axe's descent, the immense force of the five fingers locking the deadly weapon in its grasp.
Suddenly, their eyes met.
"Your life will be mine! I'll kill you, Berserker!"

Fate/Lost Einherjar, Chapter 3