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Honestly, this helmet protects against micrometioroids, the least that it could do it not yield to the first punch that it takes. LeeRoy was almost stunned by the suddenness of his helmet's screen bursting inwards, peppering his face with chunks of polycarbonate. Some tinkled away from his glasses as his eyes locked subconsciously on the incoming fist. There wasn't much that he could do in this particular situation in the way of avoiding the blow, it wouldn't break anything serious, but by the gods it was going to hurt. 

It smacked into his cheekbone, his fist was covered in small chunks of the screen that had been carried by the fist's momentum, they cut into his face as his head was pushed back and away by the punch. LeeRoy reeled, but his grip stayed true to Gonad's knees. What Gonad hadn't expected was that the suit and LeeRoy's own strength wouldn't simply fail under pressure. As LeeRoy started to reel backwards, he continued pulling up and back with his arms. Taking a couple awkward shuffling steps away from the bulky man, making sure to push upwards with his knees to get the maximum lift from his pull. 

Gonad may weigh a lot, but even without his suit LeeRoy was more than strong enough to heave Gonad's legs out from under him. Strength is one thing, but true strength is something else.

True strength is neither flesh nor steel.

True strength is leverage.