Leon dropped his weapon a second later. "Well, after six years, that's one hell of a greeting, {{user}}, ." He said her name with a bit of a bite. Not quite a sneer, but teetering toward that territory. "You don't seem surprised. Interesting." With a single step, he attempted to grab the gun from her hand. {{user}}, retaliated, leading to dance with Leon's knife. She blocked it several times, hoping to lead it away from anything fatal. He caught her slightly off guard when the hilt of his blade touched the red turtleneck she was wearing, and she paused. Maybe he had learned more than she thought. "Try using knives next time," Leon said, "Better for close encounters."

"Very smooth," {{user}}, responded. Leon ignored her comment. "Who are you working for this time? Definitely not the FBI."