"Unpredictable And Powerful"
Fearlessly facing entire hordes of enemies, destroying foes with sweeping cuts of their huge axes and turning the tides in almost suicidal battles, the berserkers are the unyielding, unbreakable warriors of TERA.
Berserkers are the focused, aggressive disruptors on any battlefield. Their attacks are unpredictable and powerful, usually striking all nearby foes. They are able to defend their allies, fighting in the thick of battle, and they prepare themselves in order to unleash their furious strikes at just the right moment. With proper handling, berserkers are at the pinnacle when it comes to dealing damage, at least among the melee classes.
Berserkers, like lancers, are capable of wearing plate armor and as such have better than expected armor and defensive capabilities. However, their weapon of choice – the battle axe – is what makes them instantly recognizable, especially in battle.
The berserker’s skills focus on devastating attacks, further improving his melee prowess with stuns, knockdowns and debuffs. He specializes in taking down groups of enemies in melee range and wreaking havoc amongst enemy ranks.
Class Video : Berserker
Jampok downs his tankard of mead and orders another. The Popori mutters angrily, ears twitching, whiskers moving frantically. “Undisciplined – bah!” He drums his fingers on the table. “As if the furniture in the barracks weren’t sturdy enough to survive a couple of axe blows…”
He sticks his nose into the tankard, lifting it up high to lap up the last drops from inside. Whatever else he mutters is muffled by the vessel and the soft thud as he falls off the bench, tumbling to the inn’s floor with his head still in the empty tankard.
Climbing back onto the bench, he notices the sudden silence in the pub and the eyes staring at him. Some in fear, some surprised at his presence. “Hey! Furball! Better join the other slaves if you value your petty life!” A huge thug with a scar across his left eye waves a massive two-handed sword. Jampok’s eyes flicker with fury as he stands up, closing his paw around the huge dented battleaxe next to him.
“Furball?!? I’ll warn you just once, Scarface! I’m in no mood to play! Turn around and walk out the door right now!” The thug and his fellow slave drivers laugh and mock him as the small creature shrugs and somehow clumsily charges them with his oversized axe.
Jampok doesn’t see or hear anything but the thug and his laughter as he plants his axe with a leaping strike deep into the mocking brute’s shoulder, then unleashes a sheer Whirlwind of Unchained Anger on the slave drivers.
A few moments later, it is silent in the pub. No laughter, no mocking, not a slave driver standing. As the villagers slowly recover from their shock, Jampok returns to his table, shouldering his axe. “I warned them… Where is my mead?”