Darran catches the pipe and readies himself for the dog's second charge, catching it full across the face. Unfortunately, the impact draws a bit of its-- blood?-- whatever it's got, which splashes in burning drops across Darran's face. "Ahh! Fuck!"

The hound takes a step back and snarls at him, circling around to find a weak point in his defense. Darran snarls right back, hefting the pipe like a javelin and scanning the hallway they're trapped in. Neither the floor nor the walls look giving enough to really pin the hound to-- but if he keeps using the pipe as a battering weapon, he's only going to be burning himself.

Pinning it is, then. Darran bares his teeth at the hound again, trying to goad it into another rush. "Yeah, c'mon you motherfucker!" Here's hoping Aaron's half of the fight is going alright, because Dar's a bit distracted.