As soon as the crimson fluid sprayed out from the man's throat, Leon dashed forward, the silence area traveling with him to cut off any chance of a call for aid. He probably hadn't needed to bother with it, but small mistakes could cause big losses if you underestimate your foes. Just like the former Gunalar's thugs were now learning. 

The thug turned towards the no revealed Iliskra, it's weapon flashing free of it's sheath in a curious lack of sound that went unnoticed. Leon knew better than to let an advantage go to waste, sprinting forward and throwing himself into an extended lunge with his sword, his off hand gripping the base of the pommel to increase the power behind the piercing blow. A shadow drank in the light along the blade as Mask's blessing lent and extra bit of supernatural edge to the weapon as it pierced the man's armor, sinking through his back, and bursting out of his chest. The man futilely gripped at his chest, trying to understand what had just happened, his mouth moving soundlessly. Leon reached out with a powerful arm, dragging the man backwards out of direct sight of the building and then shoving the rest of the blade through and twisting, splattering blood across his armor and pooling around his boots.

[i]Three targets down, six potentials remaining.[/i]

As Ibdur trotted up, Leon shrugged as though to apologize for not saving a kill for him, then took the silenced coin out of his boot and tossing it into the shadows of an alleyway. Sound returned to the area, and Leon flinched as his ears adjusted to the sudden increase in noise.

He raised his hand and twirled his fingers in a circle, a universal sign to gather up for Elthel and her companions to see and then he nodded to Iliskra, looking towards the dilapidated house. 

"Front door is almost always trapped and watched," he muttered, more to speak his thoughts aloud than to actually advise Iliskra. She was the true thief here. His eyes flicked to the barely covered windows and weakened walls, some of which had gaping holes in them. What a wreck of a hideout. As the rest of the kill team arrived and ducked into nearby shadows, Leon spoke again, "I'll take the window to the right of the front door. If you get into trouble, fall back towards the front door and if possible, we will assist. I'll breach last."

His reasoning for picking the closest window was sound. Despite any hangups Elthel might have, Leon was a proven healer. Which meant that he needed to be in the position everyone could find or that could go to them with little trouble if their need was dire. His decision to be the last one in was motivated by similar cause. Despite his skills, his allies had clearly made a life of their ability to slide through the shadows. Whereas he relied on the shadows welcoming him. He did not want to give away their presence by accident before the others had a chance to move fully inside and not risk being caught halfway into a building and halfway out.

He stalked through the shadows, his armor designed to make little noise and allow for freedom of movement at the cost of heavier protections like Ibdur's chain and plates. Stepping through the treeline, he sprinted while keeping his form low to the window he had designated, belly crawling up the last ten feet or so to minimize any chance of him being spotted. Once there, he listened intently, trying to hear if there was anyone in the room he was about to enter. 

Once he was satisfied, he looked around to make sure none of his companions appeared to still be outside the building, and then picked himself up off the ground, sliding in through the window.