[h2][center][i][color=8dc73f]Abigail, the Restless[/color][/i][hr][/center][/h2]
The ghost was trapped by a rose, fighting to break free from the torment of her soul being destroyed by the sheer nature of it. She could feel every single atom of her body being ripped out of existence by these demonic roses. It was a slow, agonizing death. Abigail had just seen the face of her long lost lover again, and a feeling of happiness had washed over her, but it was all ending as he ran away and left her to die. She couldn't even fashion why he left, and she didn't have time to anyhow. Her mind was going blank, and the shadow spears that kept diving into her body didn't help.

Oddly, the pain started to feel more abstract with every spear that pierced her. It was as if the feeling of life started to fade even farther away as she took more and more of a beating. Hell, the blows got so devastating that Abigail started to bleed, something she didn't even know she could still do, and she didn't even know she could bleed so quickly. The pool of red blood started to expand rapidly as Abigail laid there, her soul desperately trying to fight back as hard as it could. The only thing she could do was watch as her death came.

Seemingly out of a last-ditch effort, the Wisp Veil Cannons that were floating around Abigail turned to Victoire and opened fire, trying as hard as they could to deliver any amount of damage they could. Victoire couldn't take much more, and hopefully this would bring her down. If anything, it'd be a good last ditch effort to do something...

... but as she tried, she was interrupted by a sword and her world went black.

[hr][hr][hr][center][h2][color=92278f]Bonesword[/color][/h2][/center][hr]
[i][color=92278f][b]"... what are you doing...?"[/b][/color][/i]

It sounded like Bonesword's voice... but it wasn't from his mouth. Time seemed to slow around him as the voice continued to ramble. 

[color=92278f][i][b]"... you are miserable. This is not you. Not us. We have longed to find a way to bring her back, that's what you were going to do in Hohenheim's challenge if you won. You would've wished her back to life. Now look at what you just did. You abandoned her, left her for dead. You abandoned her, near a demon who could take her life away for good. You could have reunited with her and left this war behind, but you decided to run. We decided to run. This isn't who we are. We would've stayed to fight Victoire and keep Abigail alive."[/b][/i][/color]

Bonesword felt a weight on his back lessen as his soul started to jump around.

[b][i][color=92278f]"What are we waiting for, Bonesword? What good does waiting do for us? Victoire is destroying Abigail as we speak, and all of Heaven is too busy being fucks to do anything. It's up to us to get that swindling succubus off of Abigail and it's up to us to keep her from dying. GO!"[/color][/i][/b]

A loud shout from Bonesword came forth as time returned to normal for him, his face staring at Charlie's. [color=92278f][b]"CHARLIE! RETURN TRIP!"[/b][/color] In what seemed like mere seconds, Bonesword was back on the top of Charlie and shooting through the skies, the new sword he had received from Hohenheim out and ready to be used. As Bonesword joined the island that he just left, he slammed down the new sword onto Abigail's neck, killing her and keeping a part of her soul alive. 

[color=92278f][b]"... I'm sorry I ran Abby. I'm here to avenge you,"[/b][/color] was what the skeleton said as he held the longsword in his hands, staring at Henry and Victoire. He was either going to kill these two, or he was going down trying.

[hr][hr]
[@KoL][@floodtalon]