"Hey, just putting out things that had happened to me in the past. Though, usually not in such a formal setting. I notice how you didn't comment on how you didn't plan to be doing anything below my waist, either, so it's a good thing I said something." Dante grinned at Tibs, shaking his head in amusement before climbing in after him.
He felt like home in the ring, and even though he wasn't going to be doing much punching, but teaching? It was kind of nice. He moved to the other side, cocking his head as he looked at Tibs standing there. The smirk stayed on his lips. Coming over to him, Dante got behind him. He squatted, fingers moving around Tibs' right calf and shifted it gently behind him. "You want to keep your body as small as possible. People aren't going to play fair so you need to give them as little body to strike at as you can."
Standing back up, Dante moved in front of him, a few paces away. "Make sure your feet make a line." He mimicked his own words, body seeming to slim down by a degree. "And keep it light. Unless you're going to strike with your foot, you can keep your body weight balanced on both and not just one." He illustrated this, too, bouncing lightly on his feet, upper body slipping a bit from side to side with his own fists raised, feet staying close together, one in front of the other.