Hearing Leon's words, the people immediately turned and fled, fearing for their lives. A cold chill gripped their spines when they heard the first number.
"One."
Rodius and his children remained until Leon began counting, looking at Leon, then they turned and fled. Rodius truly regretted his decision now. Maria had jinxed everything when she had mentioned them making Leon a terrifying foe. He tried to pound that thought into his mind, but he knew that he was to blame this time.
"Two."
None of the people running were slouches. The weakest amongst them were High B rank, so their speed was quite remarkable. By the time the second number reached their ears, they had already fled the sight of the Undead being that commanded such terrifying power. They wished they could sprout more legs to carry themselves quicker.