Henry grins behind him, tempted to call that cheating, but he saves that sort of snark for people he's gotten to know a lot more. Instead, he just makes sure his feet and hands aren't in the way as Midnighter dismantles the horse's armor.

"Something you control by will, or is that just...on? All the time?"

There were weirder things out there in the world, but he's glad that even outside of being transported through time and forced into a war there's still weird things to discover. He keeps a look out, scimitar still strong in his grip along with the broken tip of the spear, wondering if there's a specific direction they should head first. More action the better, he guesses, at least before one of the armies issue a retreat to regroup.