Ice Wolf King (2)
Leon watched Jet fight for a while as his own summons suppressed the weaker Ice Wolves. The Ice wolves were quite strong to say the least, but Leon had more numbers on his side. Plus, his summons were not weak at all. They steadily mowed down the resistance without him having to raise a finger to contribute to the battle. All he did was raise new Undead Ice Wolves and have them commit to fighting against their former kin.
Leon waltzed through the bloodied mounds of ice like he was talking a walk through the park. His arms were folded behind him and his robes flowed smoothly behind him as he walked.
As Leon waltzed through the bloody frozen battlefield, a large family watched him and Jet. An aged man that had a head of balding white hair was seated on a large, soft chair. He had a a long, white beard, but despite his obvious old age, his eyes were as fiery and lively as that of any hot blooded youth.