"When you said 'nature', I was thinking more like... bears and shit! Not... whatever the fuck this is! Unfh!"
Just south of the River Village was a cemetery so quiet and peaceful that it was coined the Silent Cementary, and just as its name implied, it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. But not tonight. Pushed up against a large granite monument was none other than Leon, who was wearing a protective and flexible set of body armor as opposed to his thin set of motorcycle clothing. As it turns out, working for someone with a talented mind and a knack for science and innovation came with incredible benefits. For one reason or another, Leon had begun showing up to work with gnarly gashes and there was even a time where his arm had been burnt so badly that he ended up with third-degree burns. That routine was quickly squashed when he was introduced to these suits, which made fending off and fighting an actual spawn of Hell much easier than it would've been if he didn't have anything at all. Oh, and they were fighting an actual spawn of Hell.
It had a deer's skull for a head but canine teeth like sharpened razors and bone saws. Its body was a black, oozing figure of flesh and fur, bone sticking out of its wiggling spine and tar-like saliva slobbering from its hanging jaw. Its eye sockets weren't empty—they were full of darkness and had the faintest red glow of bloodlust for irises. It had long, lanky limbs and switched from walking on twos to dashing on fours. It was easily the size of four standing grizzlies stacked on top of one another, and it sounded like a squealing, dying pig whenever it made noise. Every part of its body smelled like a dead body and black slime dripped from its figure. The River Village was right to bring the beast to Meliora Vitae's attention, with their rivers yielding dead and infected fish, and their water dirty and undrinkable no matter how much they treated it. Healthy, docile animals suddenly turning hostile and unpredictable, and the entire ecosystem on the verge of spiraling into mayhem if the problem wasn't addressed soon. The good news was that they found the problem. The bad news was that the problem wanted nothing more than to see these two men dead.
Thwack! Leon's armored fists glowed a mechanical red color as he planted a heavy and bone-rattling punch square into the monster's snout. It recoiled back, and that's when he sent another high-energy jab right into its throat. The combo of punches continued for a while with what looked to be something like brass knuckles. It wasn't like he was really expecting to be fighting so many things in this line of work, so he had never mastered another art of combat aside from gunmanship and close-quarters combat, but he was polishing the latter through his routine spars with Percy. The fruits of his practice seemed to take the limelight for a moment, where the beatdown was mostly one-sided. The monster swipe that way, but then Leon would pivot the other. Sometimes the beast's animalistic and instinctive attacks would connect, but Leon's quick and physical blocks kept him steady and on his feet. For a moment, he felt untouchable.
"Okay! Alright! I feel... fine! I feel fine! Didn't even feel that! Everything has so much weight and yet...! Alright, whatever, come on!" Leon rolled his shoulders as the monster recoiled again, releasing another piggish shriek. Is this what it felt like to be on the other end of that ring in Equal Grounds? That feeling of danger, but not for yourself? Comfort in the chaotic nature of battle? Although he was wearing a helmet, Leon's inflexible face was beginning to solidify into a solid and yet confident glare. "You see this, Percy?! I could've done this by mysel—"
Like a baseball, the monster had only recoiled back in order thrust itself forward and punch Leon right in his ribs, sending him flying across the cemetery and crashing through not one, not two, but four different granite monuments before tumbling to the ground in a rolling halt. The dust settled under the moonlight, and lying in a pile of granite chunks somewhere in the outskirts of the cemetery was Leon. His arms were still formed in a defensive X-position, apparently blocking the attack last minute. But judging by the way he was lingering on the ground for a while, he definitely didn't block the pain.
"Agghh..." Leon groaned, still holding his arms up but his head rolling back as the pain reeled through his body. Slowly, he leaned up and stumbled to his feet, holding his head in his hands as he looked ahead. Well, at least for this moment, the monster was Percy's problem considering he was knocked across the cemetery, it looked like. He paused and clicked his tongue, his impossibly wolfish glare could be seen even through his helmet, "Tch!"
— @Percy @Mythica