<Snipped quote by Nimda>
Dane:
*grins, as I dash toward you, slow down the daggers midair, and jump on each one, altering the gravity just so much that I can actually push off from the daggers, and I dart toward you, removing the shield from my back and slinging it towards you, as I loose balance on the way toward you, and fall on my face*
...ow.
Are you okay?