The leader's hands trembling, he tightened his grip on Liana, dagger pressed so close to her neck. His eyes darted between Leo and the bloodied bodies sprawled across the ground, his voice stammering as he shouted, "Drop that fancy sword! Now!"
Leo's eyes locked onto him, unflinching, cold as death itself. The leader's attempt to intimidate faltered under that stare, but he pressed the blade closer to Liana's throat, desperate to regain control. "Do you want this bitch alive or not?" he shouted.
"Don't care about me, Young Master Leo!" she shouted, her tone fierce and unwavering. "Kill this idiots all!"
"Shut the fuck up bitch!" the leader snapped, his grip tightening as he glared at her.
"Alright," Leo said quietly, his voice steady. "Leave her."
The leader grinned. "Throw the weapon away," he ordered.
Leo did what he said, tossing the katana slightly away. The blade hit the ground with a metallic click, the sound echoing.
