Leo's body trembled as he fell back onto his knees, his strength drained and unable to rise to his feet. His eyes locked onto Father Charles, who slowly advanced towards him with a sadistic smile. Fear enveloped Leo's face, a mixture of terror and desperation.
The echoing thud of Father Charles' heavy footsteps reverberated through the air, each step pounding like the toll of death's bells. The priest stood right in front of Leo, his face contorted in a crazed expression. With a wild look in his eyes, Father Charles swung the blade in his hand.
The sharp sound of metal meeting flesh filled the room as Leo let out a pained cry, collapsing onto his back. Two deep gashes marred his arms near his elbows, blood spurting forth and staining his clothes, as well as the garments of the priest who had attacked him.