[center][h2][color=92278f]Bonesword[/color][/h2][/center][hr]

Chaos. It was bloody chaos.

Bonesword watched as the whole field of Arcadia quickly turned to a landscape of pure bedlam, standing with his sword drawn all the while. He had to set the fields ablaze to stop Victoire, but even then there was the floating fields that were unaffected, rather just making the situation worse as Bastion plummeted into the smoke and ash of the world. He felt remorse again, and he knew that this would probably be met with at Eos's hand.

But he didn't care at this point. He was just wanting for it to end.

Bonesword had begun to feel like he should rejoin the fray, and he decided on doing that very thing. It wasn't much use standing next to the corpses of his lovers, but he knew that he had to continue on at some point. The problem was that he didn't have much to do at this point, but this was set aside when he saw the demon, Henry, trying to pull Bastion out from the fire and flames. Why he was doing this, Bonesword didn't know, but he commended him for it. A decision was made as Bonesword saw that Henry was about to be impaled by a flaming spear, and that didn't really sit well in Bonesword's book. The skeleton ran up against a tree, and sort of conformed it to where it launched him directly to where Zak was located, with the skeleton managing to grab hold of Zak's legs, hopefully causing him a problem.

Should Henry care, he should probably run or he was next up for a stab.

[@Inner Demon][@TheWindel][@floodtalon]