Clawing and scrounging for his life, Leon quickly got some distance between himself and Zeke but not before an arrow ripped through his shoulder from a riding archer. He cursed and crumpled to the ground, hearing hoves beating behind him. He looked up painfully, then grinned to see it was someone from his side. "Thank you," he murmured through grit teeth, making due on the man's orders and quickly sported up to the horse as if he was a Paladin. "I appreci-!" Leon coughed hoarsely, looking on into the man's eyes in despair before slumping against his armor with a heavy sigh that pooled blood from his lips. Before the pair got away, another arrow pegged Leon in the lower back. A non-lethal blow if it was treated quickly, but the lack of armor ensured that the arrow sliced through the air and deeply into his body to render him unconscious. However, before the bowman could get off another arrow, they were nothing but a memory.