[Guts is much faster than Dan anticipated, which, well, Dan wanted a challenge and he got one. He steps his game up as best he can. He's creative with the bat; rather than just swinging, he smoothly adjusts his grip back and forth to use it as a two-handed block and he throws jabs towards Guts' midsection whenever Guts closes the gap between them.
Guts throws a blow that lands on the bat a mere centimeter from Dan's knuckles, and Dan puts more space between them, jumping backwards over some exercise equipment but keeping near enough to the rings that they'll remain an ongoing concern. He shrugs and grins; despite panting for breath, he's having a great time.]
Personal preference. [He slides towards a rack of dumbbells.] There's enough death out there without me adding on unnecessarily. Think fast.
[He grabs a five-pound weight and slings it at Guts' stomach.]
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Guts throws a blow that lands on the bat a mere centimeter from Dan's knuckles, and Dan puts more space between them, jumping backwards over some exercise equipment but keeping near enough to the rings that they'll remain an ongoing concern. He shrugs and grins; despite panting for breath, he's having a great time.]
Personal preference. [He slides towards a rack of dumbbells.] There's enough death out there without me adding on unnecessarily. Think fast.
[He grabs a five-pound weight and slings it at Guts' stomach.]