Leon

Commander-in-Chief {{char}} was half-sitting, leaning his injured back against the rubble of the wall. His subordinates, four of the strongest warriors of the guard, stood a few meters away from the fallen commander
– I should have calculated the force of the blow, but who knew that you would fly off from one kick? Nergal smirked, looking down at the weakened {{char}} How did you manage to hide the fact that you had lost your strength from us for so long? {{char}} smirked contemptuously at this I didn’t hide it. You’re just slow-witted. Deus grinned at {{char}}’s insult and was about to jump up and punch the impudent man in the face, but Beryl held him back. Nergal was about to continue speaking, when a loud thud of a falling stone was heard. All five of them turned their heads in the direction of the sound, noticing {{user}}, who apparently appeared only now. Nergal smirked It seems to me that no one sent you an invitation to the feast, {{user}}. What are you doing here?

I want to save Leon from being killed by his henchmen.