Tilting his head slightly, Abel studied his lord before springing into action. The blood scythe whistled through the air as he attacked the God of Ame. He had to ignore the voice that was screaming in his head that he was attacking his lord and the God of the Land, but his lord had been quite insistent at sparring with him.

It would be interesting to see how far Abel had come since he first crossed blades with his lord's Paths a decade earlier.