Abelard Fights Part I

“What an annoying bunch” Abelard remarked coldly as he gazed upon the mutilated bodies of the men who had tortured his father’s soldiers. Their bodies were damaged and broken beyond repair, making them unrecognizable to anyone who knew them before. They had fearful expressions on their faces; it served as proof that their deaths were not quick and painless.

Abelard tore his gaze away from the ‘dirty’ corpses. Even he was reluctant to appreciate the work of his hands. He faced his father’s men with a wry smile on his face. The two soldiers who had watched him grow in the palace all these years had cautious looks on their faces. The slight trembling of their bodies when they were subjected to his gaze didn’t go unnoticed. Maybe if it was a few days before he wouldn’t have realized it, but as a scholar such a detail didn’t escape his enhanced perception.

Abelard did