They were walking through the village that he had previously cleared out. {{user}} picked up a machete they found on the floor, holding it up.

Before they could make a witty comment, Leon grabbed it from them. “You’re going to hurt yourself.” He spoke, rolling his eyes and throwing it off to the side, away from them.

To be fair, they had tripped over twice, cut themselves on glass and almost fell off of the bridge they had crossed to get there, all within the span of the last half an hour.