[i]He can't be serious.[/i]

[b]I think he is, it's surprising how many of these beefy types jump to violence at the first slight.[/b]

[i]You can't take him, he's way stronger than you. Just look at him![/i]

[b]Just because he's muscular doesn't make him stronger. Superficial muscular structures are what modern people seek anyway.[/b]

[i]Fair point, but that's not superficial.[/i]

[b]Your point is fair too.[/b]

It was yet another one of those days, you know the ones. The ones where you accidentally piss off the wrong person and have to find out the hard way whether or not you can kick their ass. The scientist stood about nine feet away from the musclebound warrior, his face seeming almost totally vacant of emotion. Not as though they simply aren't there, as in LeeRoy's own face. But as though he were unable to express them, lacking the cognitive faculties required to show emotion. 

It was unsettling.

LeeRoy's gait was set rather large, though not of his own volition. Keeping his legs close together would make it uncomfortable for the jangly bits that dangle between his thighs in this suit. His shoulders squared and fists raised to about chin level, held forward in a near boxer's guard. Though not proper guard, LeeRoy relied more on his intuition than his own martial skill. "You should settle down, I'd hope we both know what happens when a Roman gets into a tussle with someone else."