What, fighting or hiding? Because I've done a little of both.
[Dan, with a grin lightly yellowed with blood, keeps moving so that the vertical poles of the box are beside him and the horizontal bars on the top remain over him, which means Guts can't hit him from above or from the right, only directly forward or from the left. He spares a moment to wipe his bloodied mouth across the back of his hand, then drops that hand slightly to feel the vertical bar next to him.
It's been a hell of a time since Dan got to use anything close to his poledancing skills; it's been at least five years since he did any kind of dancing for money. But the body remembers more than the brain forgets, and sometimes the skillset comes back when opportunity arises.
Dan grabs the bar and drops his body weight, swinging around into a kick aimed right at Guts' right knee, using the metal bar to give himself a healthy dose of quick momentum while protecting, now, his left side.]
bless, dan gets to use his stripper powers
[Dan, with a grin lightly yellowed with blood, keeps moving so that the vertical poles of the box are beside him and the horizontal bars on the top remain over him, which means Guts can't hit him from above or from the right, only directly forward or from the left. He spares a moment to wipe his bloodied mouth across the back of his hand, then drops that hand slightly to feel the vertical bar next to him.
It's been a hell of a time since Dan got to use anything close to his poledancing skills; it's been at least five years since he did any kind of dancing for money. But the body remembers more than the brain forgets, and sometimes the skillset comes back when opportunity arises.
Dan grabs the bar and drops his body weight, swinging around into a kick aimed right at Guts' right knee, using the metal bar to give himself a healthy dose of quick momentum while protecting, now, his left side.]