"I've been found out!"
Dead Bone didn't panic. This was the perfect opportunity for a strike.
He patted Bone Two, "Feel free to...". He had intended to urge him to just steam ahead, but he felt that a composed skeleton shouldn't use such a reckless tone, so he corrected himself, "Feel free to do your best."
Thus, Bone Two howled and charged forward, expressing his youthful energy and passion without restraint.
He wielded his weapon, the Sword of the Dead, and dark energy began to shimmer on it. Slowly, it grew longer and longer, inch by inch, meter by meter. It vibrated, creating a resonating hum, and cold as the grave spread from it and tainted the earth.
By the time Bone Two charged up to the Earth Rock Dragon, his Sword of the Dead had stretched to over ten meters long.
Then,
