The berserk crowd surged forward, shattering glass and knocking down barricades.

The chronicler wrote of a berserk who charged into battle with a bloodcurdling cry, untouched by pain.

The berserker broke ranks and sprinted toward the enemy, eyes blazing.

The berserks stormed the northern outpost, leaving nothing but chaos in their wake.

The berserkers charged through the blizzard, heedless of frostbite and fatigue.

Despite their training, the soldiers were unprepared for the berserkness that seized the battlefield.

When the student group planned their street-art tour to Berserkeley, the veterans warned they'd likely encounter more picket signs and impromptu teach-ins than anywhere else.

When the alarm blared, the dog ran berserkly through the house, knocking over lamps and scattering papers.

Before the charge, the warriors entered a berserkergang that made them fearless and brutal.