It was absolute carnage.
And Leonel loved it.
He hadn't felt this good on a battlefield in so long.
"Boys! Let's wrap it up!"
Their laughter rang through the air and they suddenly appeared in the skies.
They appeared in a flash, and it seemed that they were still to disappear in a flash as well. They had gotten exactly what they wanted.
Leonel didn't want to make things too easy on the Owlans. He had helped them clean up the battlefield a bit, conveniently gathered up some powerful Void Race corpses, and now he would be headed out again.
"Good luck on your fight, little birdie." Leonel waved to Elysium, who was still locked in combat with Mir'Kael. "Maybe if you ask nicely, he'll forgive you for killing their little genius. Or maybe not."
Elysium's eyes flared with rage.
The first time he met Leonel, he had suffered a loss.
The second time he met Leonel, he was suffering yet another.
