A sharp pain shot through Leon's hand, causing him to retract his hand away from under GM's foot. What happened next was elementary physics; no longer attached to anything in any way, Leon's body was quickly drawn to the ground below by a thingie called gravity. The young man's eyes grew large upon realizing his predicament, his lungs forcing out a scream fueled by primal instinct, not hindered nor affected by reason or lack thereof.Of course, it wasn't as if this had any effect on gravity's embrace drawing him ever closer to the surface below... 

With a sickening crack, Leon's body struck the ground, cutting off his deathly scream in an instant along with breaking just about every bone in his body. Some of the sharper ones, such as the ribs, jutted out at random places, creating the illusion that the quite obviously dead man fell into a spike pit or something. As if that wasn't gross enough, the same gravity that had so broken his body was now drawing the remainder of his blood out of the wounds on the bottom of his body and onto the ground, where it formed a crimson puddle. His neck was at a very unnatural angle, and the state of his head was best left undescribed. All in all, it was clear to anyone with the ability to see that Leon's life had ended. Again.