❝ – HONOR.

           Kieran’s hands held a tight grip and he pulled back, the knife dislodging itself from the person’s back in front of him. He watched the other f a l l, and he was met with the eyes of the Warlock as he stared blankly back. He hadn’t wanted it to happen that way, but the series of events leading up had been too quick for him to think of an alternative. Leon was threatened, ganged up on, and Kieran wasn’t sure if this was a fight he could take. Kieran usually watched the other combat with ease, but it was obvious this was not something the Warlock could brush past so simply. And when Kieran saw the weapon to be used, his instincts kicked in, and he’d stabbed the person before they could hurt Leon. 

          if leon is feeling anything, he’s not showing it on his face. watching kieran KILL, though it isn’t the first time, is something that completely catches him off guard. blue sparks still emitting from his hands ready for a fight, he stands there just WATCHING, eyes stuck on kieran. a part of him is angry at the other for getting in his way, but the other is mostly worried --- worried that this person, this nobody could’ve hurt kieran because he stepped in. none of this shines through though, his face expressionless as he steps forward slowly one hand reaching out to grab kieran’s arm at the wrist and the other simply taking the knife out of his hands and letting it drop to the ground. he doesn’t once look away from the other, but he doesn’t say anything either.