Leonid, The Brutal

Without any hesitation, Leonid roared out in joy as he stomped his boot against the ground, shattering the stone like glass as fractured pebbles flew around like bullets from the sheer impact. 

Like a steel beam swinging towards him, he ducked beneath the attempted clotheslining Leonid attempted to crush his throat with, having to slide against the shattered ground. 

This time he witnessed first-hand the strength inlaid in Leonid's body, experiencing a shift in air pressure as his ears popped from the sheer power behind the simple movement. 

This is totally not fair...Wait, did Donovan set all of this up because he knew this big guy was coming--so he left it to me?! He thought. 

Standing up as he found himself looking upon the man's back, he struggled to return air to his lungs. 

After taking in a breath, he dashed forth with his blade already swung--slashing it towards the man who swiftly turned around, guarding it with his hairy forearm.