By the time they were done, bones were scattered everywhere. There was no telling which leg went with which torso anymore, so reassembling the dead for reburial would be... near impossible. Just the same, Javik predicted a number of these bones had come out of the desert, not buried by family but time and sand.

Slicing the skull of the last skeleton clean in half, Javik turned his attention back to the others. Damon was taking his time, it seemed, and Javik simply watched with that usual vaguely disgruntled look on his face. While he relished combat, had been born to it and made for it, it brought him no real amount of joy. Perhaps if it were a Reaper dying, but... not a bunch of skeletons.

"That appears to be the last of them," he called out.