Taking a deep breath, Abel slowly released it, forcing the last of the tension out of his body. If his lord was willing to stop things before it went too far, then Abel was not going to decry his decision.

Twirling the knife in his other hand, he brought the blade up and slashed the palm of his hand. Instantly, blood started oozing out of the wound, and with a fling of his hand and a thought, he held the blood red scythe that was his preferred weapon.