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[color=a187be][b][h3]To Arms![/h3][/b][/color][/center]
Bonekid stood behind his captain as the explanation of this event was given. Simple stuff, it was all elimination matches, but the issue was not that but the foes that the Rums and Runches would be facing. Each one seemed ready to fight, decked out in all their gear, but with the numbers and capacity that his side was working with, Bonekid was confident in their abilities. They could get through this, he knew that, but he wasn't sure how hard this would be. All he knew was that it'd be hard.

But mankind didn't get anywhere without some elbow grease.

Bonekid checked his hands and noticed that they were entirely covered in vines and foliage, and took it as a sign of confidence. He figured his sword was doing this deed somehow, and it made him feel a lot better in preparations for this. 

[color=a187be][b]"We've got each other's backs. We can do this."[/b][/color] 

Despite the statement, Bonekid's sword remained stoic with it's emotionless face.