Leonardo's declaration was met with derisive laughter from the men. The slaver who had suggested poking fun at the limping woman sneered, stepping forward. "Is he blind or just stupid? Look around, pretty boy. You're outnumbered six to one!" He stood directly in front of Leo as if trying to intimidate him with his broad frame. 'Ahh, such a pretty lad. You'll fetch a good price—" He reached out as if to poke Leonardo's head, but before his hand could make contact, Leonardo moved.
In a blur, Leonardo's hand shot out, gripping the slaver's wrist with a vice-like grip. The man's face contorted in pain as Leonardo twisted his arm, the sickening crack of bones breaking echoing in the clearing. With a swift, fluid motion, Leonardo slashed the man's throat with his other hand, the claws tearing t
