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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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"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.

Not that easy, oh no. He wasn't as fine tuned as some other people but he was resilient and could take punches. He wasn't about to take that uppercut though, smacking it away with one of his wrists and using that momentum to throw a hook towards her chin.

Oh yeah, that so wasn't happening, and Rose threw her forearm up deflect the punch up over her head. She stepped quickly forward into the space let open there and stepped behind him with a sweep kick against the back of his leg as her other hand struck open-palmed towards his shoulder, trying to help him fall down on his back.

All right, he obviously needed to work on quickness because he hit the mat with a grunt and only stayed still long enough to make sure he hadn't separated his shoulder.

The next move wasn't going to be pretty but, as soon as he got to his feet, he tried to throw his eight against her legs in a sort of shoulder tackle.

Rose burst into startled laughter at the move, but she couldn't think of anything to break it without actually being in danger of hurting him. She fell back onto the mats, trying to bring her knees up into his chest to break the tackle.

Pfft, like knees to his chest were going to bother him. He had the weight and leverage advantage so he just took that little move, ignoring the little flare of pain that caused, and kept going with that messy tackle.

But she was pretty sure she had the strength advantage, and as she hit the mats, Rose drew her legs up to actually kick him off.

When those legs connected (thank god she missed any vital areas), he veered off but got to his feet quick enough, waiting for her.

"See, movie fighting." Wasn't pretty or effective but it worked.

"Wouldn't've worked if I wanted to hurt you," Rose pointed out, jumping back to her feet.

"You don't give much credence to my resilience," he said, putting his arms up. "I've taken beatings before."

"I didn't say anything about your resilience," she teased, shaking her hands out as she brought them up too. "Maybe you're hearing things."

"It was implied," he said, grinning at her. "I was reading between the lines."

"You were making shit up and hoping it sounded good," Rose said, grinning back. She closed the distance between with a high feinting kick towards his hip the followed it up with a low roundhouse towards his left knee.

Hannibal didn't really get a chance to respond because she was already kicking at him and, while he managed to swipe the kick at his hip, he took the one to knee and grimaced a bit.

He decided to play that up for a minute just to plot his next move and see if she'd get closer.

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