[The second kick nearly rolls him over again but instead Slugger manages to push himself up onto two feet. As soon as his skates make contact with the ground, he glides backward out of reach.

Once again, that grin. It's beginning to seem like nothing short of busting his face has any chance of getting rid of it. Surely, by now he must have at least one fractured rib and possibly a fractured scapula. Something is definitely going on with his shoulder---it, along with the upper quadrant of his back associated with it, appear to be swelling up massively. The flesh roils grotesquely, threatening to split apart his shirt, before it returns to its normal proportions, all in a matter of seconds. Slugger then rolls the shoulder, testing it, without a flinch of pain.

He says nothing, nor does he attempt to counterattack. Just grins.]