Berserk: *growls and snarls as Cloud’s sword slips out of its beaked maw. It then hisses in frustration as the other Avalanche members gang up on him. However, he soon whips around in a circle, trying to strike out at any in his direct vicinity with his spiked tail before he leaps toward Tifa for making the ground shake*
Vincent: *grunts as he fires off several shots at Berserk. He then narrows his eyes* Thick armor… We need to find a weakness.