[It's a hell of an impressive vault, but the height means that it gives Dan just enough time to get out of the way and back to the other side of the ladder. He feels skin coming up off his palm and friction burn from the pole down his wrist and forearm, and sweat is matting his hair to his forehead.
This is what feeling good feels like.
He doesn't hide behind the ladder this time, instead keeping momentum so he barely has to put his feet on the ground before grabbing the pole on the far end of the ladder and taking the turn as fast as he can. It gets him enough speed that the ensuing kick is just about face-height for Guts.]
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This is what feeling good feels like.
He doesn't hide behind the ladder this time, instead keeping momentum so he barely has to put his feet on the ground before grabbing the pole on the far end of the ladder and taking the turn as fast as he can. It gets him enough speed that the ensuing kick is just about face-height for Guts.]