Most other men would have screamed at the brute force in which Leon had just subjected him to, the many years of dedicated training and experience that the agent put himself through giving him an edge in combat very few people on Earth were capable of committing against somebody like Zeno.
Unfortunately Zeno was not like other men, nor even a man really. Eyes of piercing gold widened in shock, then disbelief that Leon somehow got the better of him in an altercation, the older man taking advantage of the limited space around them to restrict Zeno's superior speed and ability to dodge incoming attacks.
Not that there was much room to dodge in close combat, and for all Zeno's preprogrammed instincts, it hadn't been enough to overpower his opponent.
White fabric heaves as the BOW's chest rises and falls, the tendons of his pale neck straining against the hold Leon has on him. Whether it was against another human or a superpowered monstrosity, Leon had both the skill and strength to keep Zeno locked in place, even if only for a few seconds until Zeno registered their position and realized what the fuck had just happened.
Disbeflief quickly ignited into denial, then outright fury, Leon's actions ripping an inhuman snarl of rage from Zeno's mouth as the younger man forgot himself for a moment, struggling against the other's hold before attempting to grab him back - only for Leon to have anticipated the move and repositioned himself for a better grip.
He's nothing! Just an ordinary man who got lucky so far, but not for long-!
He should know Leon, find it easy to overpower the man and send him flying out of the window but there's precious little that comes back to help him, no fragments of memories on how to deal with a fighter of this caliber. Zeno's strength and skill was curated, carefully grown and nurtured over time whereas Leon had fought bitterly for his for years, and it was showing.
A flush of shame changes Zeno's pale, sculpted features into something twisted and ugly, reddened face looking more monster than man as he finally rips himself free from Leon's grasp but the damage had already done.
Zeno was s h a k e n, no longer quite so confident he could just mop the floor with his opponent and that revelation hurt him more than any bullet ever could.
