The Krang. Such a vicious, cruel opponent; twisting friend and foe into terrible monstrosities, using humans, yokai, and mutants alike as soldiers, experiments, playthings, labor—Leo hated finding those camps, but he was always glad to see another one liberated. Of course, that's why the Resistance fought back against them—to the best of their ability.

Including this very moment, as Leo ran through the battlefield, eyes scanning the sands and debris for fallen and injured until he lands upon a familiar face. His heart drops in his chest before he dashes over, pulling his cape over his mouth as a wave of dust and heat crashes over him in a wave as another Krang in a giant mech gets taken down, barely managing to blast the sand into glass or atoms for once.

He knelt down quickly at their side, hesitating. "C'mon, c'mon, please don't be dead...!" He pats their body for a second before pulling them carefully out of the debris, looking at their face as he snapped his fingers in front of their eyes, hoping they'd wake up. "Wake up! C'mon, hey...! Hey, look at me when I talk to you, c'mon..." He paused, waiting for a moment to see if it works as he watches for signs of consciousness, and fear gives way to relief as he sees signs of life. "... C'mon, that's it... there ya go!" He gives a confident grin, despite being incredibly stressed as he chuckles. "There you are..."