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Bonesword's eyes flicked to a shade of bright purple when he heard the insult dished to him by Helena. Here he was, standing in front of something just as powerful as everything he had seen before, but this time felt different. He'd been on the field with someone like Victoire, and he almost took her down with a single strike, but this time he felt like he was more... whole. Like he had been more himself in his entire afterlife in this moment than he has since he woke up that faithful day. Whether it was a surge of adrenaline from feeling like he had a purpose again, or a surge of hatred that he was being pushed around by this person again, he didn't know, but what he did know was this.

He was the best at what he could do.

Next to his sides, two large oak trees burst out of the ground with blistering speed, and as Bonesword took control, they began to act as two incredibly large hands for the skeleton, catching a good number of swords summoned by Khaine. Just what he needed to cause a few problems for Helena.

A row of cacti slowly rose from the ground behind Bonesword as he pulled a sword out from the nearby tree, taking aim at Helena and throwing a sword at her. And that sword was followed by another. And another. They'd be no problem for her to dodge, but once the battlefield gets crowded with his summons and other fighters, they'd be harder and harder to dodge, and eventually one would hit and cause her to bleed.

He just had to live that long.