[He's not able to do anything to avoid the grab, naturally; she flings him into the shelf and he hits it hard with a quiet "oof", but he's used to battles enough that he lands neatly on his feet, watching Hawke warily, expression still furious. He's not going to lunge at her again, not immediately, but--
He's ready still, tense and wary and prepared to brawl.]
Don't patronize me.
[Each word is bitten out shortly; he still feels like his breath's been knocked out of him, but he'll be damned if he shows it.]
My name is Leon Magnus, knight of Seinegald, and I will not have you underestimating me.
[Yeah, he's a kid, and a punk, and fistfights are not his forte, but he is a trained soldier, and he can't stand the thought that she's looking down on him despite this, the only thing that he's really been able to earn for himself by clawing his way there, tooth and nail.]
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He's ready still, tense and wary and prepared to brawl.]
Don't patronize me.
[Each word is bitten out shortly; he still feels like his breath's been knocked out of him, but he'll be damned if he shows it.]
My name is Leon Magnus, knight of Seinegald, and I will not have you underestimating me.
[Yeah, he's a kid, and a punk, and fistfights are not his forte, but he is a trained soldier, and he can't stand the thought that she's looking down on him despite this, the only thing that he's really been able to earn for himself by clawing his way there, tooth and nail.]