By River We Come to Spirit You Away

[Leonard]

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OOC here!

Leon prepared to follow through with his thrust, moving his feet to keep with the flow, when something suddenly tugged painfully at his ankle, forcing him to stop his advance. He turned his head quickly to find a wolverine attacking his feet ferociously. His shock at this sight, so random and out of place to him, prevented him from noticing the recovering woman’s sudden rush back to him. As such, he was caught completely by surprise when she gripped his arm and spoke practically right in his ear. He smirked and opened his mouth to give a smart response, but coughed up as her knee made contact.

The Timber was tough, and could take some pretty harsh hits. But that under handed blow put him down on a knee, closer to that aggravated creature, who wasted no time coming after him again. He tried to stand and felt an elbow smash into his chest, stunning him and dropping him to his back. He remained there for a moment, dazed and breathless as the woman searched for her knife. Then he noticed her companion again closing in on him. With a throaty growl, he punched the damned things nose and grabbed the dangerous creature with both his hands, then rose and tossed it away from him, feeling it claw at his right arm, leaving a long scratch mark across his right fore arm.

He rose to his feet, knees bent to keep himself from toppling down, and raised his pole-arm once more. “I doubt you’d like me on my best days…” He muttered, then closed the gap between the two and smashed his fist against her kidney, his anger beginning to rise. This fight was growing tiresome. As she stumbled, he took a step back and brought his weapon sweeping up towards her head with deadly force. "Taigi tiesiog mirti jau!" The man shouted. He had her, defenseless and off balance. And it was time to end this.

But as the blade closed in, Leon felt something slam into his right leg, knocking him off balance and bringing the blade too far for a killing blow. And then felt something biting his thigh. ’That damned thing!’ He screamed mentally, as he noticed the wolverines return. But even with the disturbance, he felt something soft give beneath the weapons tip, and felt the odd sensation as it sliced through a small amount of flesh.

The man quickly put a few feet between himself and his opponent, snarling, ears laid back. The woman had a hand to her eye, but was still on her feet and glaring at him. He couldn’t keep wasting time with these two! He had to get back to the others!