"You don't deserve an easy death," Leon said coldly, his voice devoid of emotion.
Lavana gritted her teeth, fury mixing with fear.
"Bastard…!" she spat blood, trying to break free. "I won't—"
"You're going to die screaming."
Leon lifted his foot—
And then—
A voice rang out.
"Leon, stop."
Leon paused, his voice cold and unwavering. "Whoever you are, leave… or you will die too."
A soft chuckle echoed behind him.
"Oh? Can you even kill me?"
A pair of arms wrapped around him from behind—a soothing presence invading his mind.
Leon's vision, blurred red with rage, began to steady.
His instincts screamed at him to resist, to destroy, but something about this presence… calmed him.
"Wings…?" Leon muttered, his golden eyes flickering as he finally turned his head slightly.
"You're Angelica?"