Leon had a moment of reprieve, looking to the flustered woman with an almost apologetic gleam in his eyes. However, before he could offer his condolences, Chaos was upon him in the quickest of fashions. Brutality was his specialty and Leon's pretty face wouldn't hold up for long under such a barrage. Blocking what he could, Leon tumbled backwards - far more gracefully than the brute previously had - once the onslaught ended. Flipping himself away, Leon grumbled and wiped any presence of blood from his mouth. Tonguing the inside of his mouth, cheek to painful cheek, he gathered the metallic taste to a central point and purged it in a thick, red spew. "Hmph," he started, "I've been getting rusty, it seems. Well then, let's see how you like this!" In a bolt, he was slamming knees and fists into the brute from any and all angles within the breath of a moment; strikes so quick and heavy, he was like lightning, the impact like thunder.