"Honestly? Ah..." Daniel stood stock-still except for his hand, which crept to his pocket and the knife he still had from portal duty. He had accidentally left the tire iron behind. He gripped onto the knife and eased it from the dish rag he'd wrapped it in. "Shove you in front of me and run. You asked." He shrugged.

But just because that was what he wanted to do didn't mean he would. As long as he didn't get beheaded in the attack, he'd recoup. Maybe he could hire on a sexy nurse to help tend his wounds.