Bonesword considered his options before him. He could walk away from the Machina and join Hell's army. He could be back into the hands of demon overlords. People who understand him, are like him, and even can relate to him. He could be recognized among many for going back to the correct side in the war. He could follow his instincts.
If he left the army of the Machina, though, he'd lose all of what he'd worked up to. He'd just be as filthy as those he killed with the Shroomblade so long ago. He'd be just as filthy as Rhine. He'd be destroying everything he's worked up to for so long. He'd be killing the ones he knew as allies. All this could be overlooked, but the one big kicker was that he'd be going back on the oath he swore to so many years ago.
He'd be going back on... her?
Abigail had finally made it to the fight scene between the two demons, and her expression of holy smite turned into an expression of shock. It was him. Her lover. Staring right back at her too. She saw his expression go grim as well, as his blade began to radiate in a green glow. He was not entirely stable with seeing the ghost of his lover it would seem, and it showed within the shaking expression of his. Bonesword turned to Victoire, and with a clean strike, sent his blade directly at her. Should she try to even evade, a Honor Strike would be encompassing her flesh with a ray of pure green light, smiting her into the darkest corners of nothingness. He stared back up at the ghost that held the body of his deceased lover, and he remained shaking in his boots, rattling in his clothes, and quivering with fear.
"A-Abby? Is that you...?""Yes, beloved. It is me."The skeleton reached his hand out to his deceased lover, and Abigail responded with bringing her hand to him. Just as the two were about to touch hands, the skeleton was picked up by Charlie and sent into the skies with a mighty launch, flinging him to the dark recesses of the forest where Ira had been dueling Syphax. He wasn't given a smooth landing, slamming hard into a tree, however it was not hard enough of an impact for him to bust into a bunch of bones... or even crack any of them.
Bonesword recovered from the impact, and once he did he just crawled up against the tree and started crying. Well... not really crying more or less he was simulating it. Abigail, back on the island she had seen her lover on, was also sobbing on the ground. The two had just been reunited with their lover, but in an instant they were separated. Bonesword, weeping not because he was taken from her, but because he thought she was nothing more than an apparition of his lover, haunting his memories.
"Why am I still haunted by memories of her?! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"Abigail was sobbing because she figured the man who she once loved had grown to resent her, because in her time of death she could not save herself for him. She believed Charlie meant to get Bonesword away from her, but in reality he was trying to save Bonesword from falling to Victoire's scheme.
"Why did you run? I've returned for you!"The two were not happy campers right now, for obvious reasons.
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In the fields of roses adorning the area, a few of the fields would be sadly cursed with the destructive nature of fire, as a few of Bonesword's idiotic tree army had entered the areas of them. They were undoused, and they barely fell onto the fields of roses, setting them aflame and causing mass destruction.
