[center][h2][color=92278f]Bonesword[/color][/h2][/center][hr]
What a time to be alive! The sky was filled with the normal blue, and the day was young. It wasn't going to last long for sure, but at least it would give time for the skeletal swordsman to prepare himself for what was about to come...

...and what better way to prepare for the battle then to start out where you feel you would be best?

That's exactly what the skeleton did. He found himself behind a forest, watching the congregation of various ships enter the scene of Arcadia in pursuit of the battle, and the ripe stench of blood was to be wafting through the skeleton's... nostrils? He didn't really have any but nonetheless he thought he could smell something. Beyond all of this, the skeleton was armed today with his three swords, consisting of the typical Shroomblade, the newly named Religious Cutlass, and the newest piece of the trio Unleash. He was ready to get underway with what he needed to do, and he brought a few pumpkins along for the ride...

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wOMW40wxHTk]Harpies were raised from their deaths, and so he shall raise his army from the ground.[/url] The swordsman was ready to get it started, and he drew Unleash as he charged through the forest, his hand raised and glowing green. The largest harvest of the swordsman's life was coming on, and the only goal that the minions were tasked with was [i]"Leave no survivors of Heaven or Hell here in Arcadia."[/i] As he ran through the forest, every tree he ran past sprouted up from the ground, walking up behind the swordsman and facing towards Heaven's armada, every other plant that was summoned faced towards Hell. The ground of the swordsman shook, and finally ended when the basil-isk known as Charlie rose from it, resting next to Bonesword, and waiting for his move in order to attack.

[color=92278f][b]"Machina troops. My army stands ready."[/b][/color]

[hr][hr][hr][h2][center][i][color=8dc73f]Abigail, the Restless[/color][/i][hr][/center][/h2]
Abigail floated around the various harpies that were entering the field. and waited for the first attacks between the three nations to commence. She was near Zeruel as he seemed like he could use any sort of cover fire at the time, and this would be rather nice with Abigail's respectable amounts of firepower, being her Wisp Veil cannons and her Dreambolts. Of course, these were rather limited in use unless she found some troops that wanted to donate their dreams to the power, but they packed a punch nonetheless. The Spear of Destinies was being held in Abigail's hands as she spoke aloud to herself.

[color=8dc73f]"No survivors. Got it... what's the worst that could happen anyway?"[/color]