Bone starts going on pure instinct, his eyes glazed over, killing or maiming anyone that looks like a guard, an enemy. He has gut at least 4 unarmored guards, shaped 3, poked out 2 eye, and beat a guard to death with his own gun. 'This feels good, it feels right, I was made for this' Bone starts thinking. Blood covering his bare chest, staining his pants. He had been shot at but anything that hit didn't faze him, and anything to big is apparently saved for 080.