Foompf. As the air left his lungs and his back hit the floor, LeeRoy grunted slightly as the former events took a moment to process. One moment he had been kicking, the next he was on his back with one leg hitting the floor shortly after his entire body did. The padding in the suit didn't do terribly much to cushion the blow. It was jarring, at least. The laughter stopped abruptly and was replaced with an exaggerated gasp. Even though it was exaggerated it was genuine. 

[i]Oh good. You've picked the wrong fight, again.[/i]

[b]This time I can say without a doubt, it wasn't my fault.[/b]

[i]Oh yeah, like the fight with Dollar Store Space Shin wasn't either?[/i]

[b]I didn't expect him to be able to teleport, what was I supposed to do?[/b]

[i]Not pick stupid fights.[/i]

[b]Shut up.[/b]

[i]You know I won't.[/i]

There was a click from his right hand as an electrical charge began to run through the heating coils, gradually raising the temperature of those ceramic platelets to unreasonably high temperature. The wooden floorboard beneath his hand began to splinter and char almost instantly on its activation. "You know." LeeRoy spoke unto the barbarous man who loomed over him. Pushing himself up with his wrists so that he didn't accidentally touch the floor with the contact points. He wanted to burn the man, not set the whole place on fire if he could help it. Though he totally would if it came down to it. "I don't know your name, and you don't know mine."

[i]You're going to say something corny.[/i]

"Well."

[i]Please for both of our sakes.[/i]

"It's better that way."

[i]Oh jeez edgelord, please cut your wrists a bit louder for me.[/i]