Leon grinned, rather glad to see he was unable to land his next blow. Things we about to get interesting now, and Leon lived for the fun and excitement of the fight. "Good, I'd hate to see you hold back anymore," he told the man, glad that he could really get this party started. As the man charged him again, this time Leon would take a hit, just to see how strong this man was. It was going to hurt, that much he knew, but he needed to know how bad. Besides, his last hit only landed due to the man not taking the fight seriously. As the two hammers attempted to smash him, he jumped up to avoid the one aimed at his legs to make it appear as though it was an error on his behalf, allowing the other to smash him full-force.<br/><br/>The impact itself was bad enough, but the after effect of being thrown into a wall of the arena was painful as well. His body embedded into the stone wall, a crater of impact encircling his body's imprint. Blood spewed from his mouth as he coughed violently. Even more blood dripped from his mouth as his internal injuries were stacked up from the hammer's impact. "Damn.. He really is strong," he managed to whisper in a bloody rasp. Blood ozzed from his lips and pooled on the arena floor. "Ok, no more of that," he coughed.<br/><br/>He pulled himself free of the arena wall's hold over him.<em>Alright, now it's my turn,</em>he thought quietly. His hand slowly seemed to go toward the hilt of his blade, but instead drifted to the side, curling into a fist. The same blue, electrical energy of his soul emanated forth, cackling with sheer power. "Let's do this," he told himself, ready to take this fight to the maximum level. He was ready to get the real fighting to begin, and the trading of blows to end.