If LeeRoy had the ability to read minds, which often he is glad that he cannot, he would have smiled at the notion that he was a mortal. 

The being mocked his dialect, cute. Obviously it was capable of human speech, which is convenient. LeeRoy likes insulting the people that he fights. "Last remaining, huh? Boy, I might just terraform a planet and populate it with the 'last of their kinds' of a lot of species. I'd certainly have enough to populate an entire damned planet." Returning the mockery with a much more sour note. "It's like some guy with a big damned space ship just flies from planet to planet, dimension to dimension, and wipes out entire species except for one or two." Behind his mask his face was full of malice, the Voidman had been silent these past few weeks and he had nobody to spite, except for this new foe. 

Admittedly, LeeRoy forgot why he was here on this particular planet. And he was in a wretched mood this afternoon.

Trey migrated closer to the center, and by proximity, LeeRoy. The vacuum on his back revved and roared as it inhaled more air for his weapon of choice. It had reached enough charge for one singular shot, which was perfect, generally he only needed three shots. "You know what? I'm just going to go ahead and rush you. The last two fights I had ended rather poorly for my physical well being." 

Without a second thought, LeeRoy lowered his firearm and grabbed the handle with both hands, tucking it underneath his right shoulder. Pointing the blade forward, LeeRoy burst into a sprint towards Trey. This was just to bridge the gap, it might be a bit obvious that LeeRoy is itching to fight.