Timon had forgotten of the outcome of his actions, something many would consider normal. Though, there was one: the satisfaction of teaching Larxene to never lay a hand, never mind strike, his friend down again. However, the chances of that happening lacked greater than the meerkats height.

It wasn't until he found Deaths bony hand before him he realized just what he was doing, snapping out of state a anger that had taken him over. He found himself caught helpless in the air, wishing he had come forth sooner as he watched the blonde's foot race toward him. A sharp yelp escaped the rodent as he was sent flying back, his small, frail body similar to an old rag dolls when coming in contact with one of the table legs. It twisted around the table limb, then fell to the ground in a tangled pile.

A groan was given as Timon wrapped his arms around his stomach, slowly curling up while watching the fight continue on. Things appeared to only be getting worse, what with Flonne appearing. He would hate to see harm fall upon the girl, and with the way things were going, there was the chance that he would have to.

He prayed for Death to act, make up for the lack of help he could be himself to his newly acquainted friends in their time of need. "Do something!" he croaked, hoping to get the bag of bones to... Well, do something!