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The Gym - Wednesday Afternoon

Rose hadn't been laying off training exactly, but getting to shoot in Criminal Justice today made her realise that she hadn't been working quuuuite as hard as she had been a few weeks ago.

Which was why she headed down to the gym after lunch, dropped her bag against the wall and started to work over the heavy bag over, punching and kicking slower at first and then faster and faster until she was working full out.

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"I'm up for it," Rose said with a shrug. She grinned at him. "But maybe you don't wanna lose to a girl, Hannie."

"Maybe I don't wanna hurt a girl," he countered. "Rosie."

"Awww, that's so sweet and chivalrous of you," she teased. "I think it just means you're afraid."

"Aww, I'm not afraid of anything," he said, matching her tone. "Least of all someone named after a flower."

Mmm, trash talk.

"Mean flower though," Rose told him. "And a Rose by any other name would hit as hard."

"I don't think you're a mean anything," he taunted.

Rose grinned. "And I think you're all talk."

"And I think that's a weak excuse," he replied. "People have used it before and eaten their words."

"Nah, I'm not hungry," Rose smirked. She moved out onto the mats. "Wanna try it?"

"I don't back down from challenges," he said, following her out onto the mats and stretching his arms again.

"Sure you're okay with trying to hit a girl?" she teased, turning to face him and ready to start.

"As long as you can take a punch, I don't mind it," he answered. "You think you can hit me?"

"I know I can," Rose said cockily, tossing her ponytail back over her shoulder. "Let's go for it."

"We'll see," he said, bouncing around on the mat to get a little more loose before he nodded. "I'm good to go."

She glanced at him then grinned. "Awesome." And she bounced forward, throwing two quick punches, more to test his reflexes then to really try to hit.

And Hannibal wasn't just a pretty face, managing to block those two punches easily with his forearms. He wasn't sure what type of fighter she was so as soon as he blocked, he was going low with his jab.

Rose was the kind of fighter to try to take advantage of that jab by trying to grab Hannibal's wrist and shoulder and toss him over her hip.

Which was unexpected enough that he got tossed but recovered quickly, spinning his body and trying to take out her knee with a quick kick.

She took a step back, pulling her leg in out of his striking range before pivoting on it, throwing a side kick towards his stomach.

Oh no, not getting the wind knocked out of him that easily. He got his arms up, reaching to grab her ankle and yanking as hard as he could. If it threw her off balance, good, if it she fell, good.

Rose tried, but she couldn't keep her foot under her, as he yanked her off balance and she tumbled to the floor.

Rolling back up to her feet, she nodded. "Nice," she murmured, closing the distance between them again.

Hannibal scrambled to his own feet, managing a brief grin but dropping it when she started closing in on him again.

And, if she wanted to see what movies taught him, he was going to let her get close enough before he tried to stomp on one of her feet.

Which would have been interesting except that she didn't intend to close with him that much. She was strong, but he was still had a lot of leverage on her.

She threw a low kick towards his mid thigh, trying to cause a charley horse more than anything then two punches towards his midsection. He'd said boxing, right?

He'd definitely said boxing and while he took the punches to his stomach (he had padding, it didn't hurt that much), he tried to twist away from the kick to keep his legs underneath him.

Off balance as that left him, it wasn't going to stop him from using his longer reach to throw a punch towards her side.

Rose saw the punch coming and ignored it, taking advantage of the opening in his defenses to try to drive a few more quick punches home.

And, if he let his other hand's guard down, an uppercut towards his chin.

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