Bruno was just about to try and...do something (he still wasn't sure what he was doing) when suddenly, a skeleton appeared on stage! They must be from where he came from! He had many a fond memory of decapitating adventurers along side skeletal warriors or magicians. They were faster and smarter than he was, and Bruno always wondered why he couldn't become one himself. Surely it was just a matter of time, right? But no, whatever magic kept him "alive" also disappointingly kept him from becoming an adept skeletal knight.

Either way, all of these thoughts reminded him of himself, and he was ready to fight someone.

He gave a loud, gurgly battle cry and clapped his hands together, and began whirling around his head, frantically searching for some kind of chopping device. Preferably, an axe.