This was nice, at least he knew that he had hit all of them. The sound of bullet penetration was nice, but then a volley of bullets came his way. Two struck his suit and glanced off, a third actually penetrated his helmet, blowing a hole clean through the back. Much to LeeRoy's fortune, however, it's a space helmet. It missed his head by an inch and a half and actually ripped out some of his hair. Before getting shot again he leaped backwards and grabbed for the bench he had been sitting on earlier. Rather difficult considering that his eyes were still shut, but his hands found the piece of metal again. "Jeez, you guys are jerks. If I get shot in the head one of two things will happen. I'll become mentally retarded or I'll have to make a wish. Nobody wants that second option." Forcing his left eye open he saw the bullet hole in his visor but also saw the bench. Jeez it was blurry, it wasn't going to be fun. This'll last at least another minute or so. With a quick snapping motion he picked up the bench and held it in front of him as a shield. It wasn't enough to completely cover him but it would protect from any fatal shots.

"Now that I know you're a chickenshit, buddy, I'm just waiting for you to dismiss the cannonfodder and actually fight me. I'd be willing to bet that I could take you in a one on one fight. Your guards are just gonna get killed if you don't come in here." This was a distraction, from his left arm he popped the compartment and pulled out the solid brick of C4. "I swear to the god who's cursed me with Immortality I'll spare their lives if you come in and fight me yourself." 

'You're a cheeky bastard.'

"I take pride in my word, boy. I'd be willing to bet you'd love to mount a still living head to your wall wouldn't you? So, are you going to callously throw away the lives of your men just to give yourself a pitiful advantage against me?" 

'Ooh, that aught to sting at his pride. If he has pride. He could be the sort we run into all the time.'

Arming the explosive for remote detonation he pulled out the detonator and peeked around the bench. Ensuring to keep the explosive out of sight before speaking. "Well? It's up to you now. Are your men's lives that worthless to you?"