'...Bones?' Freya asked tentatively, her voice slightly trembling as she slowly reached out towards him with her light strands underground. That was when she realized Bones had already broken through her control.
Bones didn't say anything, and he walked past Jon, over the massive pieces of rubble, in between the collapsed rock columns and underneath an arch.
'No...no...' Freya muttered, tears flowing down her face as she bit on her lips. She had to regain control of Bones...she had to...or else...or else she cannot hope to win this war...
The light strands grew out from the concrete underneath Bones' foot, and the individual tips shot towards Bones's head when he puts a hand up and latched all of those strands individually with ink arms of his very own.
