Just as Leon was about to finish the thought, a roar cut through the clearing behind him.
A greatsword swung down, aimed squarely at the back of his neck.
"DIE!!!"
Julian.
Leon didn't even fully turn. He felt the swing coming through the disturbed air a full second before it arrived, and something in him, something that had been holding back all morning out of mild amusement, simply stopped bothering.
"What a pain," he muttered.
He caught the blade between two fingers, the same way he had Cedric's, except this time he closed his grip and the greatsword crumpled like wet paper, metal folding and shattering outward in pieces.
Julian's momentum carried him forward, eyes wide, he felt a searing pain in his chest, and the last thing he saw before everything went dark was a pair of sapphire eyes looking at him
No anger in them. No irritation either, not really.
Nothing at all.
Julian hit the ground unconscious before his body finished falling.
