♆ тнє тωσ σƒ υѕ αяє נυѕт уσυηﻭ ﻭσ∂ѕ ♆
@funneris
A metallic taste between clenched teeth, bloodied pounding fists and harsh animalistic movement of a fight; the repugnant stench of a nearby trash can, heavy clouds making the evening a depressing sight, the splash each body makes when hitting the puddles on the ground a repetitive annoyance. Bloody bastards, they are insistent like trained hounds attacking their prey and Leon can feel his disgust reaching a new level- he's no low presence on the food chain and this group will be reminded of it through violence. His cloak is shredded, covered in mud and fatigue wants to slip its way into his bones and muscles, but the brown haired male is nothing if not determined, fueled by pettiness and the sole undying desire to win.
Finally, the last member of the gang attacking him drops with a thud, tiredness getting the best of him, a silent confirmation of Leon's victory. The hacker has had enough and with a scowl engraved on his visage, he turns towards his run down 'office'. Curse the idea of wanting to come here today, he should have waited at least another week before heading here, the business in the down part never once settled easy but with spite carried over months or even years. There was no forgiveness nor forgetfulness and Leon shall do good to remember.
