Leon was in the midst of stitching up laceration on his thigh when he was ambushed by ganados. He took a couple shots, bringing down three of his aggressors before having a dry fire. He took a look inside the chamber only to find it empty. "Fuck." He cursed, pulling a knife from his belt and balling his free hand into a tight fist. He brought his hands up in front of him as the ganados began to close in, trying to ignore the blood running down his thigh.