White blood pooled beneath Leon's cracked chest plate of the darkened silver-black war suit while the chilled ground of the Hell land seeped into his skin as if it longed to have him.
Pain rattled through Leon's bones as he pressed his palms on the shattered ground and pushed himself onto one knee.
Hitched air raveled around him as he cracked his eyes open and wiped the blood off his lips. He spat a glob of white blood onto the rocky ground and watched it slide into two cracks. "I have to change my ways of attacking."
"Are you tired?" A loud clapping sound echoed as Vaelith began closing in on Leon. "I thought your destroyer self had taken over. Or did it give up like your father did?"
A grim grin tore across Vaelith's lips when he saw the black glow appearing back in Leon's eyes. "This is what I want to feel."
Leon's body lunged from the ground like a jet and slammed his shoulder into Vaelith's stomach. "Don't you talk about my father!"
