Leon grinned beneath his now blood splattered mask, flourishing his longsword in a complex twist to send the remainder of blood along the blade flying into the snow. Taking a moment to survey the situation, he noted the survivors of the marauding band were down to less than a handful. Somewhere in the distance, Kanos had claimed another kill for his own and had begun to stalk back towards his master. Three of the remaining brigands were facing off with a line of defenders, rallied by the turn in fortune.

He unslung his shield from his back, switching the longsword to a one handed grip and laying the blade along the top of his shield as he joined the line of defenders. As the defenders surged forward, blades flashed and Leon used his own shield to deflect a diagonal slash aimed at a defender skull next to him. Sliding his sword up along the shield, he carried his opponent's weapon high and created an opening for the man next to him to run the enemy through with a solid thrust to the heart. 

Concentrating on a flanking enemy left him partially open to assault from the brigand he was directly facing, earning a pair of shallow cuts to his leg and arm. He relished the pain, using it to focus his wrath as he whipped around with the back edge of his blade, smashing his enemy's sword towards the ground and smashing his shield into the man's face. As the man crumpled, he followed through with another flourish, stabbing downwards and silencing the man forever.

The last brigand's morale broke when he saw his closest allies fall, the defending mercenaries barely taking wounds in exchange. Outnumbered, outarmed, and out of other options he broke away and ran for his life, his weapon dropping from his grasp.

"Quickly, after the runner!," one of the survivors shouted, starting to stomp off after the man that had been frightened by Leon's spell.

A howl, followed by a blood curdling scream of pain and fear sounded out in answer. 

"No need, Kanos found him," Leon said, a dark chuckle slipping through the mask as a bloody mouthed Kanos came running back. Leon reached out and scratched the shadow wolf behind the ears, a disturbingly happy noise coming from it's snout before it began to fall into Leon's own shadow, the magic that summoned it weakening and running out of time, "we need to see to the wounded. I have some power left to heal wounds, but we should save it for the worst cases that are still alive."

As he said this, he was already reaching into a pack on his belt, taking several cloth strips and stuffing them into the armor to staunch the bleeding from his own wounds. The pain would serve as his punishment, he would be faster next time, or fight smarter.