[Dan nods, trying to catch his breath more than speak, with an absolutely elated grin on his face. Whatever tension he brought here, this has thoroughly chased it from the forefront of his mind.
But he is tired. He's been here in the training area for several hours now, and even keeping up with Guts for the less-than-twenty minutes that made up that fight felt like running from a bear. Besides, he should probably go use the training area's first aid kit for the massive blisters using the monkey bars like that put onto his palms.]
I think we can assume you might could have had me dead to rights [he pauses to breathe] in a few more minutes.
[He gives Saturday a little wave.] I appreciate that you didn't give him any smart ideas until after I laid one on him. [He grabs a towel from one of the many baskets stacked around and wipes his face off, getting it bloody.] Pardon, have we met?
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But he is tired. He's been here in the training area for several hours now, and even keeping up with Guts for the less-than-twenty minutes that made up that fight felt like running from a bear. Besides, he should probably go use the training area's first aid kit for the massive blisters using the monkey bars like that put onto his palms.]
I think we can assume you might could have had me dead to rights [he pauses to breathe] in a few more minutes.
[He gives Saturday a little wave.] I appreciate that you didn't give him any smart ideas until after I laid one on him. [He grabs a towel from one of the many baskets stacked around and wipes his face off, getting it bloody.] Pardon, have we met?