The Arm landed beside him with a soft thump, the cauterised flesh sending up a hiss of steam as it hit the snow. A moment later the cat's sword landed in the snow beside it.
She was unconscious before she hit the ground, but her partner screamed for her, a mad roar that reminded Leon of an Ursa. The girl was in no way fast enough to counter Kin, that chunk of metal he called a sword moving with a dexterity that almost put his own spear play to shame, but her fiery rage put her at equals with kins own inferno and for a moment she held pace. Then she made the mistake of trying to attack his open side. An instant later the frozen ground cracked as she was slammed into it, her cry cut off by a spray of blood from her mouth. Then her eyes rolled back in her head and she was gone.
Tesela had snapped, making it worthless for conduction. But perhaps if he stabbed him, he could fill Kin with enough electricity to melt him just as he had done to Augen. His stomach knotted as he did his best to look away from the smoking corpse of his best friend, the calm friendly fat-ass who'd just wanted everyone to get along. He would be avenged, and the blonde girl too. Leon was going to kill Kin, but he wouldn't stop there, no, he would kill every fucking white fang fucker he could fucking find before the fucking gut wound did him in.
GOD! What a shitty way to die! Leon would have been happy with being eaten by Grimm or even a heart attack, but a slow acting gut wound was almost insulting for someone of his calibre. Pressing his back against the wall he tried to push himself to his feet, but his legs were unwieldily and numb. It took him a moment to realise that he couldn't feel anything below his chest. Not that it mattered, he was already a dead man walking, or more accurately, flying. Locking his eyes to the thin armour on kins neck, he launched himself into the air.
Too fast, he had been too fast. Augen had been right, this wasn't Kin, this was something far worse. One cold hand was around his throat, and he felt the tip of Claidmor against his chest. At least it was quicker than a gut wound...
Then something warm sprayed against his face, and Kins hand slackened. Opening his eyes, Leon looked at the cat, who was clutching Rossa's revolver in her remaining hand. Then the light died in her eyes and she blacked out again.
"Blake!" Schnee caught the falling girl, almost buckling under her own injured leg. The red one and Clement where knelt next to the blonde, who was, surprisingly, still breathing.
The man of the hour though, was dead. He had dropped leon, fallen to his knees, and toppled over. A mix of red and grey leaking from his head. Even now his hood stayed up, and despite everything Leon felt he deserved that much.
The shadows in the arena where growing deeper, and far off he could hear the pounding of boots on stone. It was time for the kiddies to skedaddle the fuck out of here, and leave the slaughter to the professional.
Shaking the Red girl by the shoulder, he pushed his gauntlet into her hands and pointed towards the short tunnel they had entered through. fastening the gauntlet, and slinging the blonde over her back she marched towards the exit with a determined scowl, no questions, good. Their mission was to go north, they'd gone as far as they could, they could go home. But not Leon, hunters like him didn't get to go home. They do what is necessary then they died, and with his gut wound it was not like he would get far regardless.
Stopping at the lip of the tunnel, Clement said something to the red girl which made her cry out in suprise, but Leon couldn't hear properly past the drum of boots, drawing ever closer. Without warning, clement sprang, punching her hard enough for her to stumble back into the tunnel, before bringing down the rusted portcullis to separate them. Turning away from the cries and threats, he retrieved his flask from the snow, taking a deep drag as he walked away from his only means of escape. Stopping by his side, he offered it to Leon, who gratefully accepted. The fiery liquid dulling his aches and settling his frayed nerves.
"you know" said clement, a hint of hope in his voice, "the blonde guy never specifically said anyone else who went north would die."
Leon nodded, though he doubted it himself it was pointless to kill the boys hopes.
Clement slammed fresh dust vials into his gauntlet, watching with a satisfied smile as it flared to life. "To live as Victors, or die as Heroes.
That got a laugh from Leon. The kid had said he was a big fan, but that was impressive. "Lets hope its the former."
Tea slowed his breathing, feeling the pain lace through him as he studied the ruined robot. It had been quite spirited, but in combat It made the same mistakes as its creators, and had payed dearly for them. Despite the circumstance and his wounds he couldn't help getting excited for what was to come. Humming a merry tune he turned away from the setting sun and began the long march back to Mercia.