We never finished- lets continue. (Leon/Open)

Allen would be grabbed by the hair hand dropped into a stunner, stumbling back and smashing through Leons table, spilling soda. Pain radiated up his back as the wood platform shattered around his body.

He grabbed a table leg and snapped it off, flipping back to his feet and spitting in Leons face- directly after, he'd slash downward with it for the side of Leons formerly injured knee. If/after the hit, he would promptly swing upward, aiming to hit leon right in the face with it.

Alens wrist slackened his grip, sending the piece of wood flying out of his hand. The follow up cross found it's mark, jerking his head to the left. he brought his face forward once more as a bruise lightly fleckled the skin, Leons kick earning a grunt. Allen almost leaned into it, though, his hands grasping for Leons ankle/lower calf.

He would jump back, intent to jerk Leon off his feet. He kept an eye out though, prepared to defend if Leon tried a jump kick or curl his body into a punch for Allens exposed face.

As he landed, Allen wasted no time.

He stepped in, dropping Leons leg so he couldn't use Allens strength as a platform to attack. This would make any follow-up strike either more difficult, or hold less power. At the same time, Allen would kick up under Leon, aiming to hit him in the abdomen and send him flying into the cupboards.

Afterward, Allen would try to morpheus Leon by leaping into the air and jutting out a knee to try and smash it into the mans chest while he was down.

Allen landed, his knee cracking the earth. Phoebe would dodge this constantly, and he knew what came after. A simple strike at a steady target. Usually she went for a jab to the face, Leon went for a kick instead.

Allen didn't look over at him- he didn't even know he went for the kick. As he landed he just side-rolled away, coming back to his feet and grabbing a glass on the counter, throwing it at Leon in the same movement. He would aim a heel palm strike for Leons nose with his other hand.

With his arm brushed to the side after the satisfying nose strike, Allen would only be able to turn his face to the side, catching the elbow full in the cheek. The force caused him to bite his tongue, a spray of blood and saliva coming from his mouth as the elbow opened up a new cut on Allens cheek, to the right of his nostris.

He fell backward, the combo taking him mostly by surprise. He would roll backward heels over head, replanting his feet and pushing forward, attempting to follow up to leons watery eyes and blurry vision by clasping his hands behind the beasts head and throwing up his left knee in a simple muai thai clinch.

Allen bled from the mouth and cheek now, the other side of his face bruised. The pain radiated back through his skull, but he hardly noticed, so focused was he on Leon.

"AGK-!"

The strike to his thigh caused the muscles to tense, Leon's lifting forcing him to let go as they fell. What Leon didn't expect and probably wouldn't want was Allen catching himself by planting his hands on the ground, his crotch now all up in Leons face and the force of his landing being lessened since Leon was mostly using gravity for the drop. 

Using his arms on the ground Allen would shimmy backward, his knees reflexively sliding to either side of Leons chest so he would be in a higher mount position. Allen would aim to sit backward and begin to rain punches down on Leons vulnerable face (assuming this went through).