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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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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.

No, but she was mean enough to throw another kick aimed for just above his knee to try to help with the grimace.

Since he'd been expecting something, he shoved that leg away and twisted around her, aiming a stiff punch for her kidney.

And that was meaner than expected. Rose spun around, using the momentum of his push to get back into position. She blocked the punch with an elbow strike and threw her other fist towards his stomach.

He got an arm down to at least make that a glancing blow and stepped forward, trying to tangle his foot with hers and trip her up.

Dammit. Rose stumbled as she felt his foot behind hers, and she had to hop backward to keep from going down. It definitely wasn't so much either graceful or dignified. Still, she didn't land on her ass.

"You need to push to really make that work," she commented, still on guard. "leverage and all that crap."

"Thanks for the lecture," he said, cracking a small grin but otherwise keeping his hands up. "I'll make sure to drop you next time."

"Anytime I can help," Rose said sweetly. "Sometimes you miss that stuff in the movies."

"I don't learn everything from movies," he said. He had some playground training too. Kids in public schools fought dirty.

"Yeah, but it'd be awesome if you learned drunken boxing from them," she pointed out.

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