[center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/344550107234041856/355119296063471617/Bonesword.png[/img][color=92278f][b][h3]Bonesword[/h3][/b][/color][@thewizardguy][@Silvan Haven][/center]Well...

This was how he was going out, eh?

At the bottom of the ocean to a person that he couldn't even land a hit on. 

As the skull of Bonesword watched Khaine take the hits from the angel, he couldn't help but remember his past. The past where he was in this same situation. Without his body. Without his sword. With nothing. A lime-green energy surged through the spots on Bonesword's mushroom crown as he remembered, an Honor Strike channeling with no target but himself.

Was he gonna die here? Hell no! His trump was here, and he wanted to see it [i]bloom.[/i]

The skull of Bonesword rose from his dismembered body as the earth below him shook, vines pulling age-old bones from the dirt in order to get bones that would replace those he had lost. On the surface, thick vines grew to act as replacements for what he had lost, forming a body made from coils and bound together by barked joints. It wasn't going to last long against Khaine, but it was something for sure.

The Shroomblade, landing in the dirt, was lifted up by a thick vine as Bonesword began to act. His eyes ignited with a new kind of power, one that was tired of fighting in a way so ineffective and troublesome. The vine being didn't engage, oh no, rather its hand touched the sea floor as a line of Mockroses formed from it, leading all the way around a good radius of about 10 meters all around the current fighters.

Of course, the Mockroses didn't do their intended effect, but they did do something interesting. The water around the fighters began to fog up, becoming a murky shade of lavender. Within a short time, the entire area of battle was obscured by the lavender cloud of murky water, seemingly endless unless someone wanted to escape. Underground, the roots of the mockroses grew to encompass the arena underground, allowing Bonesword to feel everywhere that the fighters stepped. Every movement they took, Bonesword would know unless it was a jump. If vision was obscured, the teleporting would be limited.

[hr][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/344550107234041856/391710602864754700/PlanteraTHERE.png[/img][color=ec008c][h3]???[/h3][/color][/center]Unbeknownst to the fighters below, Charlie the basilisk dug through Leuneria's cavernous reaches carrying on his back a particular bulb of magical ability, a strong magical ability at that. The snake roared through the waters as he rushed to Bonesword's side, rocketing his way towards the cloud of pollen-filled water in preparation for the attacks that would hit Bonesword. He was resilient, that was certain, and he was loyal to his master. Anything that would try to strike Bonesword ran a large risk of hitting Charlie, who was more than willing to take the hit.

The bulb on Charlie's back glowed through the murk, highlighting Charlie's position, but for what purpose it did, only Bonesword knew. Maybe there was candy in it. Maybe it held a superweapon of ungodly proportions. Only Bonesword knew what was hidden in it.