03-02-2011, 02:42 AM
OOc: Its Sie's fault that post is so short, I swear! D:
Leon's eyes watched the male scoop the sword into his hand, then let his eyes fall for a moment to the Guinea pig, who still cried in fear. He saw the cut flesh on the neck and considered how best to help the lesser creature. He glanced up at the demented male again, only to see the swiping claws of the Optime's left hand. Dropping his head and moving to his left, Leon just avoided getting his face sliced. However, he felt the claws dig into his right shoulder, slicing the wound there open once again, though not as deep or long, and clenched his teeth to prevent his yelp.
When the timber looked back to his opponent, he no longer saw the red eyes, or the golden coat, or even the blade. Leon saw before him the dull grey glare, the blood soaked red coat, and his dead older brother, among many dead and dying wolves. Then, suddenly, his sight flashed and he saw the Optime before him once again, blade drawn, and left claw withdrawing.
With a growl, he lunged after the males arm, planning to crush the wrist and prevent the hands further use. His deep cyan eyes dulling, Leon focused on catching the retracting hand, but watched the other hand carefully as well.
Leon's eyes watched the male scoop the sword into his hand, then let his eyes fall for a moment to the Guinea pig, who still cried in fear. He saw the cut flesh on the neck and considered how best to help the lesser creature. He glanced up at the demented male again, only to see the swiping claws of the Optime's left hand. Dropping his head and moving to his left, Leon just avoided getting his face sliced. However, he felt the claws dig into his right shoulder, slicing the wound there open once again, though not as deep or long, and clenched his teeth to prevent his yelp.
When the timber looked back to his opponent, he no longer saw the red eyes, or the golden coat, or even the blade. Leon saw before him the dull grey glare, the blood soaked red coat, and his dead older brother, among many dead and dying wolves. Then, suddenly, his sight flashed and he saw the Optime before him once again, blade drawn, and left claw withdrawing.
With a growl, he lunged after the males arm, planning to crush the wrist and prevent the hands further use. His deep cyan eyes dulling, Leon focused on catching the retracting hand, but watched the other hand carefully as well.