Leon's mind raced, caught between a half-orc bruiser and his prey was not a wise place to be. Despite that, the conversation had already confirmed enough to make it clear that he couldn't afford to let the half-orc just start killing people. He sighed heavily and turned towards the newcomers.

"Alright, that's quite enough... why is it that so many thugs are so foolish," he said, rolling his eyes and starting to reach out for divine power. Subtly, the magic began to thread itself into his words.

"Ten seconds I've known you and I already count five mistakes you've made which are going to cost you and your minions there their lives," he continued, trusting the Iliskra could hear him and would take appropriate advantage. Though it was subtle, almost imperceptible unless you were looking directly at them, Leon's shadow wavered and began to reach out and touch each of the enemy's shadows in turn. His body language changed, the motions more dramatic, the irritation and frustration in his tone reaching deeper as everything but him seemed to become blurred in the eyes of the thugs.

"No, I'm serious. This is embarrassing," Leon continued, "I mean, first of all you just assume we're on their side when the lady clearly doesn't want or seem to appreciate a sense of helping hand."

"Second, you then verbally declare that you're going to kill all of us, regardless of our allegiances. I mean, even a child could figure out that if you waited until after you killed these two, maybe... just maybe, I would have stayed out of the fight and then you could fight us separately and at least you would know how your friends are after finishing off this pair."

"Third. Who the hell announces themselves before they strike anyways? I mean, that's just sloppy murder work, even your buddies there know that. I haven't heard a peep out of them, but you. No, I gotta hear your whole belly-ache with this elfblood. Hells, for all you know I could be some kind of Red fucking Wizard or Corellon himself come to smite your Gruumsh-fucked face."

"Fourth. Did you even notice my armed and armored dwarf friend here? Because let me tell you, he has been spoiling for a fight and you look like just the meathead to work out some aggression on as a warmup to a real battle. Then again cosmetic surgery by dwarf axe might be an improvement for you."

"And finally, number five," Leon said, holding up his hand and waggling his fingers, "never let a spellcaster talk this long. You never know when he's got more than just shadows for friends. Thank you for coming to my talk. Now kindly keep those throats nice and exposed for my friend."

With that Leo would fall back, unbuckling his shield from his back and moving to cover the pair of strangers. Already he was tapping into more of his divine power, hissing a whisper behind him.

"Do you believe me now?," Leon said, "because the offer's still open. I help heal your friend."