Here comes the Bride

Rin raises her right arm and snaps her fingers. A five foot seven woman clad in bridal attire materializes from top to bottom. She has light pink hair and is wearing a golden tiara on her head. Two copper plugs jut from the side of her neck. But what is worrying is the staff with huge brown metal ball on one end.

"Grrrrr....." The woman emits a low growl. "Go on, Berserker. See if Emiya Shirou is worthy of me." Rin says. "Garraaagh", Berserker nods. Caster begins to steps in front of of you, but you hold her back with a hand. "No, I trust her." You say, never taking your eyes off the bridal form of Berserker. Caster sighs as Berserker comes close to you. "Remember she is a servant and can tear you apart. I'd rather not lose you that quickly."

"I understand." You say as Berserker enters your personal space with a growl. She sniffs around you, growling lightly as she senses who you are. "It's okay, Berserker." You smile and touch her arm. "Graah!" Berserker looks in shock as you connect with her. Your element, linked to hers. Berserker's eyes open wide and she stands upright as if with understanding. "Oh, sorry." You say and try to remove your hand but it is quickly snapped up by both of Berserker's soft hands.

"Grar, grar!" Berserker bounces excitedly as she suddenly leaps fully into you, wrapping her arms around you and snuggling her head into your shoulder. "Hey, that's my husband!" Caster scolds to no use. There's no way you could possibly get out of Berserker's grasp now, even if you wanted to.

"You're lucky. Looks like she likes you. Come on, Berserker." Rin says, calling Berserker back to her side. Berserker holds you tighter, nearly crushing you with her strength. "Graaaaaaar..." She shakes her head. "y...our.. crushing.... me ...." You eek out. Berserker loosens her grip, just enough to let the wind back into your lungs.

Rin sighs. "Looks like we're going with you. Come on, Shirou." Rin says, beginning the walk back to your house. You walk with Berserker in tow. She won't let you go even under Caster's death-glare.