[Leon's still on his hands and knees curled up under the desk, his CereVice hovering off to the side to record—he's not paying much attention to it anymore. From this level, he gets a real good look at those jaws closing on Saber's face, and presses his own face to the floor hard enough to hurt. Just for a moment. Unbelievably, he's not entirely sure she's dead. He saw what happened, kind of, but there's so much blood it's hard to make out any gory details, and she's got powers, right, she'd survived whatever'd happened up there that he hadn't quite caught—
But she doesn't get up.
It's not the time, though. Sometimes you just don't have time to think about what's just happened. He still has the sawed-off length of cage bar clenched in his hand under the desk with him, and impulsively, if any of those robots are going to run past the desk on that side trying to make a move for someone else, he's going to swipe out hard with it and try to trip it up.
Otherwise, he can't do much but huddle here and breathe.]
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But she doesn't get up.
It's not the time, though. Sometimes you just don't have time to think about what's just happened. He still has the sawed-off length of cage bar clenched in his hand under the desk with him, and impulsively, if any of those robots are going to run past the desk on that side trying to make a move for someone else, he's going to swipe out hard with it and try to trip it up.
Otherwise, he can't do much but huddle here and breathe.]