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Gym, Late Tuesday Afternoon

After cheer practice, John didn't go far from the gym, knowing he was due to meet up with Dawn.

While he waited, he got out gloves and head gear for both of them. Even if she was smaller than him, safety was key to this sort of sparring. He wouldn't want to hurt her and end up with a dozen Winchesters after him, after all.

'Course, if she kicked his ass, he was going to have so much explaining to do.

[For the green girl primarily, but open to all]

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Dawn...well, she'd spent most of the day sleeping off her hangover, but she was now awake and alert and ready to kick John's butt.

"Hi," she chirped as she walked in, already stretched out. First thing she did was to start working her ponytail through the headgear. "Ready?"

"Completely," he nodded, smacking his gloved fists together. "You sure you wanna do this?"

"It's possible I've never been more sure of anything," she slipped the gear onto her head, then reached for the gloves. "Unlikely, but possible."

"I'm sure Sam will love hearing that one," John remarked, stretching out his arms and bouncing a little on the mat in preparation.

Dawn frowned. Apparently she'd gotten lost in all the double negatives again and screwed up the quip. Huh. "Not as much as he'll love hearing that I beat you."

She finished lacing up her gloves, then took a spot about two arms' length away on the mat.

"Confidence can only take you so far," John said, holding out his gloved hands for a starting smack. "Any rules?"

"No hair pulling?" Not that it was really possible with the gloves. "I'm good with everything else, I think."

Dawn had been taught to fight dirty and didn't want to warn John unnecessarily.

She smacked her gloves on his and took a fighting stance, hands already up to block.

"No cheap shots," John said meaningfully, before taking up his own stance. He wasn't about to throw the first blow.

Dawn resisted the urge to rub her hands together and laugh maniacally. If John wasn't going to hit her, this would go easily in her favor. "No cheap shots."

Sadly, she also couldn't cross her fingers in the gloves.

Once she was ready, Dawn threw a right jab at John's midsection, hoping he'd think she'd start with his head and she'd be able to confuse him.

The cheap shots were expected from Gavin, not Dawn.

John lowered his left arm to block her jab, and threw a right hook at her head in retaliation.

Dawn ducked, but it didn't stop his hand from glancing off the headgear. She kicked out with her foot, aiming her heel for his upper thigh and raising her hands to block.

Her foot connected and he stepped back to keep his balance. "Nice move," John said as he reengaged, moving close to sweep his foot sideways at her ankle, his arms pulled in close to block.

"Thanks," she grinned at him, regaining her balance just in time to jump over his foot, then punched out a bit awkwardly with her left fist. "Thanks also for not being a vampire or a slayer."

"You're welcome," he grunted, taking the blow with his elbow and really not enjoying that at all. "I'm all natural human. No special powers here." He struck out a left jab in return.

Okay, so she'd be working on her blocks later, since that punch made contact squarely on her chin, knocking her head back. "I dunno, your hair does that sticking up thing. That's kind of inhuman..."

Once she was upright again, she tried out a right uppercut to his stomach.

"It's not inhuman, it's a cowlick," John retorted, distracted and really hating that she could do that and get a hit in.

Shaking it off, he moved in close to strike out, intending to get her with a right crosscut with a left jab following right behind.

"Whoa," Dawn said, seriously impressed by that move, even as she took the crosscut on her shoulder, but managed to block the jab with her forearm. Barely. "Nice."

Hopefully without telegraphing it too badly, she spun into a back-kick, wanting to use her momentum and weight to screw up his balance. This wasn't a move she would have tried with anyone non-human, at least not yet, but maybe with John she'd get lucky.

John was very pleased with his move, even if it hadn't worked fully. "I try."

He tried to block her kick with his arms, but anticipated it lower than she hit, taking it in the chest and causing him to take a knee rather than fall over.

Once she saw he was down, Dawn brought her knee up high and fast toward John's chin, then punched out with her right on the side of his head.

Yes, she'd forgotten about the headgear.

Thankfully, the headgear stopped him from being injured, but his head was definitely snapped back and to the side by her quick attack. He rolled to his back, thoroughly not pleased by this.

She bent over from her position near his head. "John? Are you okay?"

John frowned and sat up. "That was...effective."

"I'm so sorry," she said, crouching down further. "I'm used to sparring with slayers, vampires, or people who are used to training with slayers and killing vampires. I must have just...forgotten. Do you need ice or something?"

"Oh no! I'm fine," he replied quickly, getting to his feet. "Just taken by surprise." Dawn was now girl number four to beat John up in Fandom.

"Really really really sorry?" She apologized, unstrapping her headgear.

"Stop being sorry!" John definitely didn't want her thinking she'd hurt him. He cracked his neck. "See? No injury. I just lost my balance!"

After she'd kicked him and hit him. "Maybe you should go to the clinic? I hear that can be an inner ear thing."

"I know the cause," he grumbled. "I'm trying to save face here!"

"And I was trying to help," she said, hands on her hips.

"Well. Okay then." He'd obviously missed that that was helpful.

"Fine." Boy, he didn't lose well at all.

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