Leon was getting a little weak in his fighting. He was very strong just…not a spry young man anymore. You, on the other hand, were younger than him. Much quicker, more flexible. You got him to fall onto his back with a knee to the face after a kick to the stomach.

You walk up to him, one shoe pressed to his chest and the other keeping you grounded. “Give up yet?” You smirk. One of his hands lifted up and grabbed your ankle. It was a strong grip, as if he was about to drag your foot off of him.