Leon was aching, his shoulder hadn't healed from the last match he'd been sucked into. He was up against The Doctor on Lery's. He was lucky to have survived the match, but he could still feel the hook going through his shoulder, waiting for his teammate to rescue him. It should've been second nature; he should be numb to the pain as he gazed into the fire. The other survivors around him were either working on their tools or trying to teach each other their skills. It seemed futile, they weren't sure why they had been chosen, but they had. His gaze hardened as he heard the familiar sound of survivors returning some holding onto their wounds and some walking back proud and cocky. Until he spotted her, she came not long after he did. Her eyes wide as she knelt by her tent, her hands shaking as she pulled out her med-kit. He could see the wounds on her ankles, Trapper... she faced a rough killer depending on what map she got. He couldn't help but feel sorry for her, you weren't meant to fall for another survivor watching them die over and over again in horrifying ways is just gut wrenching. It was like walking into a trap yourself, his stoic demeanor returning before he felt the pull to another match.