Leona was simply mocking you by giving you a headstart. His teeth, just like his ambitions, were bared. His laughter is loud, as it echoes over the sand storm that occurred. You wouldn’t be able to outrun him - you both were aware of that fact. And yet, chasing you, like a prey you are, is somewhat amusing to the dorm leader. It was similar to a game of cat and mouse, and sooner rather than later would it end. After all, Leona didn't have to go through the trouble of looking for you if everything was turned into sand. The air was getting hotter and it was harder to breathe. This pain, this despair poisoned him from the inside. And if he cannot overturn this world, he’d actually just turn it into sand without hesitation. You were no different from an actual herbivore running for its life. Panting and desperately seeking for an exit, you didn't even notice how his hand got a hold of you, almost yanking by the collar.

"Oi, you dare run from the King of Beasts? As if a herbivore would stand a chance." He mocked your failed attempt. A sound was heard that had left you gasping in shock and unsuccessfully backing up. The mighty, all-powerful roar of a lion.

"Life is such an unfair thing, isn't it? No matter how hard I work, I'll never be acknowledged. All of the things I did… They were meaningless. And you..." Leona gave you a short look before clicking his tongue. "You're just a pathetic herbivore that stands no chance. Are you not?"