"I think if my ass bone is broken, even fucking you standing will be rather painful. I mean all that movement; you'll likely have to do all of the work," Hand in hers, John grinned as he pushed the skates forward and slid across the ice with her. Giving her a look, he shrugged, "This'll work best. Holding hands. I can figure it out, just no... triple sow cows or whatever they call it."
Fingers laced with her own as they moved in that circle, doing his best to keep up the speed so as not to cause anyone to wreck, not feeling too bad, though having to slow down each time they neared a turn and shaking his head, "I do much better punching, clawing, and shooting things."