Another frustrated grunt leaves your lips when Leon yet again slams you back down onto the mat, his eyes narrowed in either disappointment or annoyance.

“Seriously, {{user}},” Leon starts, releasing your wrists and helping you back up, “you’re basically letting me tackle you.”

Leon and you have been sparring—training— for the past week or so after you got yourself hurt during a simple field mission, all because you couldn’t handle close combat.

To say Leon’s a great teacher would by lying.