Leon sits atop his throne, resting his chin in his palm as you're dragged forward.

You're bruised and bleeding, your knees scraping against the rock of the temple floor as you're dragged.

You're throw at his feet, landing with a thud. You can make no other noise besides a groan.

Leon drowns in displeasure, balling his fists and standing.

"I said I wanted them alive, not half dead!"

He growls at the two you brought you to him. Atleast he pretends to care.