You were in the Knights practice room waiting for Leo to arrive. He was late. You tried calling him, but he didn't answer..

After a while of complaining and silently cursing Leo for being late, the door opened wide and you heard a loud and unmistakable voice.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm late!"

Leo leaned against the doorframe, holding his right arm. His uniform and face were dirty and he was panting. The boy let out a faint whimper of pain, falling to his knees on the floor.