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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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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.

"I only drunkenly box when I am, in fact, drunk," he told her smartly.

"You get violent when you drink then?" Rose teased.

"Depends on the drink, my mood and whose around at the time," he answered

Rose snorted. "Fair enough." She tilted her head at him. "We going to try this again, or is that enough?"

"If you're good to stop, so am I," he said, nodding. He'd feel that a little tomorrow but he thought he'd done good for no real formal training.

She grinned, reaching back to tighten her ponytail. "It was fun," Rose said, more than confident she could take him if she needed - or wanted - to.

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