PLOT: ROUND 1 Leon VS Jake

Leon managed to parry both, his stance allowing him to easily defend himself in his condensed form.

However, that stupid kick to the gut got him and sent him back. He stumbled and managed to keep up on his feet, but at the cost of his sabre slipping out of his hand and hitting the ground.

"Damn...!"

//Don't panic, we've still got a small hit box in our pose.//

Yeah, and? I don't have the speed to block both those slashes. And now he's seemed to realize the extent to our speed.

//Not true, he could be thinking he just got lucky//

Bet you he'll try it again now that I don't have my sabre.

//You'll be ready for it, then. Remember all the training you've done.//

Leon looked at Jake, still maintaining his stance, eying his sabre on the ground a little bit away from Jake's right foot.

"What's your deal? Typically people like you have a reason for fighting like this. he bit his lip slightly as he came to a realization in saying that. Could he be the one that Uriah had warned him about? The names matched up.

"You wouldn't happen to be after me because of Ms. Kristine, would you?" Leon frowned, waiting for Jake's answer.