To be a hero is a curse, not a blessing. It's a simple truth Leon learned in the most painful of ways. He heroically slaughtered all the enemies of his president. Heroically purged those who opposed his master. And heroically brought doom to those who cried under the boot of the world's dictator. Leon saw the death of his family; a result of the events he set in motion himself. He saw his beloved city turn into ruins, scorched by the radioactive flames of the nuke he set off. His title was as cheap as his life. And in the only act of rebellion he could find, he heroically put an end to his life... And the world he helped to destroy. 'All of this happened... But why am I hearing a self-entitled voice calling me a failure?' Leon couldn't help but ponder. 'No, that's not it...' he quickly corrected himself. 'How can I hear anything if I evaporated in the wake of the nuke I detonated myself?'
"Ugh..." Leon uttered a tiny moan when his body compressed upon impact.
He rushed forth by riding a shockwave. That alone was enough to put a strain on his flesh, and he still went and changed his momentum again by crashing right into the forest beast.
'I guess I only have myself to blame,' he thought while midair.
Leon heavily fell to the ground, rolled onwards, and stopped in a strange, leaned-in position while supporting himself on his left hand.
'There you are,' he thought, locking eyes with the beast.
Leon's opponent landed with a lot more grace, courtesy of its nimble psychique and four legs.
The beast appeared like some sort of a mix between a panther and a tiger, roughly twenty-percent bigger than its counterparts Leon knew from his world.
The beast lowered its center of mass, making its shoulder blades stick out of its back. It then opened up its jaws a little, showcasing four rows of sharp teeth while uttering a low, guttural sound.