Leon countered the charge with a shield bash, stepping solidly out and cutting short the man's charge. As the man was suddenly swept off of his feet, the masked cleric followed with a stab downwards, but the man managed to get his blade up to deflect Leon's sword at the last moment. A slash at Leon's legs for him to take a half-step back, but he pressed the attack, not letting the thug get back onto his feet. 

Leon's boot crunched into the man's face, breaking the nose and spraying the surrounding floorboards with blood, allowing his next stab to pierce the thug's chest without resistance. There was a shudder and then the man lay still, Leon twisting his blade before pulling it out for good measure, then wiping the blood off on his latest victim.

"If we're done up here," Leon said, briefly patting down the corpse just to see if the man had any treasures of his own, "Elthel and Willory went down to the basement. We should finish clearing the floors and meet back up with them. I can't imagine there are too many more rats left in these walls.

Standing back up, Leon looked over at Iliskra and eyed her new treasures briefly. "Good finds, hopefully they'll serve you well," he said, offering a small grin of support. He had little desire for treasure unless it helped him serve Mask or his comrades better, though coin did have a way of making the world go round. Unfortunately while he could pray to mask for the ability to determine what around him was radiating magic, direct identification was not one of his abilities. Mask kept secrets, he did not reveal them.

"Ready when you are," he muttered, turning back towards the hallway and readying his weapons in case he was wrong about the number of thugs left over from Gunalar's reign.