"Haha! If only that was a pretty parlor trick, my friend!" Leon replied, eager to see what his opponent had. He waited patiently, watching his every movement. Leon's style against this brute would definitely have to be technical and well thought out. Luckily for him, he'd already conjured up a plan. Leon smirked as the man took to the air, but was surprised to hear the man chanting.<em>He's praying..? In the middle of a battlefield?</em><br/><br/>Just before the spiked hammer smashed him into the ground, Leon dodged, jumping up and into the man. He used the man's downward force to serve as the brunt of the power, but his own precision and speed to serve as a catalyst to ensure his first hit struck home and caused at least minor damage. Using his lithe body to contort out of the way before the man's body crumpled to the ground and dragged him along with, Leon skid against the arena floor. He ran over, taking his palm off of the hilt of his blade and instead aim a palm thrust at the man's rib cage. "Soul Purge!" he shouted, imbuing his thrust with the power of his soul, hand cackling with energy, lightning arcing around it.