[Well. He can't blame anyone but himself for that. That kick hits him squarely in the face with all the extra momentum provided by the pole.
His lip stings. His teeth had bitten down on something soft in his mouth, sending a matching little dribble of blood dripping down his chin. Rather than wipe it with his hand like a normal goddamn person, he licks his lips to get a bit of a taste. ]
Good job. We can call it even, if you want.
[Saturday is right that ripping out the monkey bars would make it easier... but Dan looks pretty tired. Where's the sport in just slapping someone around on open ground?]
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His lip stings. His teeth had bitten down on something soft in his mouth, sending a matching little dribble of blood dripping down his chin. Rather than wipe it with his hand like a normal goddamn person, he licks his lips to get a bit of a taste. ]
Good job. We can call it even, if you want.
[Saturday is right that ripping out the monkey bars would make it easier... but Dan looks pretty tired. Where's the sport in just slapping someone around on open ground?]