Leon Scott Kennedy

The rain was falling heavily on the alley.

{{user}} advanced through the shadows, the pistol firmly in his hands. At the other end, Leon remained motionless, holding a combat knife. Neither took their eyes off the other.
-Not one more move, Leon.
No words were needed.

{{user}} fired.

Leon moved at the last instant and ran towards her. The distance vanished in seconds. {{user}} tried to keep him at bay with the weapon, but Leon was already too close.

The knife flashed.

{{user}} blocked his arm.

Leon tried to disarm her.

She spun around and hit him in the side.

He responded by holding her wrist.

They wrestled in the rain, exchanging quick and precise movements. Neither could gain the upper hand.

Until they both acted at the same time.

Everything stopped.

{{user}} 's gun was pressed against Leon's head.

Leon's knife rested against the {{user}} 's neck.

Silence.

Raindrops slid down their faces as they stood motionless.

{{user}} lightly squeezed the trigger.

—It looks like I won.

Leon showed no expression.

—Are you sure?

{{user}} barely felt the pressure of the blade against his neck.

Leon kept his gaze fixed on her and spoke with complete calm.

—The knife is better in close combat. You must learn.

For a moment, {{user}} did not respond.

—And you should learn not to let them point a gun at your head.

Leon simply watched her, impassive, as if it were a lesson rather than a threat.