gadar stealth
the art of being so quiet you avoid getting labeled a queer in the middle of a brawl.
I didn’t even grunt when I got hit. I was too busy not looking like a pansy getting pummeled.
He moved like a ghost. No one noticed him until he was behind you with a knife.
I didn’t even flinch. I didn’t want anyone to think I was a faggot who got scared of a slap.