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The gym, Sunday afternoon

Fight Club being canceled for the evening, Dinah decided to step up her workout that afternoon. After a session with the weights, she was now pummeling the punching bag. Kick-punch-strike, punch-punch-punch-kick!

Hm. And maybe some TK weight lifting when she was done with this.

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"Um... just what works, really." Peacemaker wasn't really the sort to have a style. Just... whatever worked.

"But... if you promise not to hurt me too bad..."

Dinah grinned and held up her hands. "I promise. No bruising, even." Yeah, she'd learned that lesson sparring with Priestly.

Jaime stood up a bit straighter. His stance looked sort of military, if Dinah knew what to look for, at least. "I appreciate it. Wouldn't want to spend my first week looking like I fell down some stairs."

Enough to guess at that much. "No problem." Dinah fell into her own ready stance, which was much looser, although her previous punches and kicks had probably already tipped him off to her kick-boxing and Tae Kwon Do style.

She gave him a small style, eyes studying him carefully, waiting for the first move.

Jaime was a bit hesitant to hit a girl. So his punch was a bit slow and aimed vaguely at her stomach, if perfectly executed.

Dinah blocked the punch fast, pushing it downward, but not with the force she would have used in Fight Club; then followed up with a punch toward his shoulder from the other side, watching warily to see if he'd block it in time.

Defense, at least, was so well drilled into him by now that his arm sweapt out to block automatically. And the follow-up punch-kick combo was just as automatic. He'd be embarrassed if either shot at her leg actually landed since they were at full speed.

Dinah refrained from saying 'good!' and instead gave him a gleeful grin as she dodged the punch, and took the kick on her lower leg, then spun closer to him to aim two punches at his ribs a front-kick toward his knee.

Dinah, no breaking the new guy. Even if he can take it.

When he felt the kick land he hesitated just for a second. He hadn't been trying to hit her, it had been automatic!

Which meant that he got hit in the ribs. Fortunately he stumbled backward far enough to save his knee, but that wasn't really intentional.

Pffttt. Silly boy. What, was he being chivalrous?

"I'm not gonna break," Dinah promised, then checked as he stumbled back. "Doing okay?"

Jaime couldn't suppress a bit of a blush at being caught going easy on her. "I'm fine. But I told you I wasn't very good." Yeah. That was a good cover, there, slick.

Still, he recovered his stance, and this time he waited for her to make the first move.

Dinah shook her head, smirking, and circled him, looking for an opening, her eyes alight. "Yeah, yeah."

And lead with a punch from the right, and followed with a snap-kick to his hip from the left, as fast as she could. C'mon, Fight!

Jaime slipped back into training mode. The one where Peacemaker kept hitting him until he blocked. So he weaved left to dodge the punch and threw an arm down to deflect the kick. He followed that up by lowering his shoulder and aiming trying to ram it into her hard enough to knock her down.

Yaaay! Strange child that Dinah was, she was much more comfortable with not having to hold back at all. Much better! "Yes!"

She saw the shoulder drop and swerved sideways, catching the potential ramming along one side with a stifled wince, and reached out to grab for his arm, to try Daisy's trick for restraining a suspect, of pulling it behind him to send him off balance.

That arm twist thing was something Peacemaker had showed him, and the counter he'd learned was to drop low and roll to untwist his arm. Then he tried to counter by twisting Dinah's arm around into the same position.

Which she'd had to learn to get away from Daisy after waaaaay too many spars where she did that, so Dinah ducked away, grinning. "Uh-unh-uh." She re-settled herself watching him, and grinned. "You're better than you said." Sneeeeaky.

"Just lucky," he countered with a shake of his head. Then he stepped forward with a straight punch at her shoulder.

Which Dinah took -- ow!-- in order to get close enough to aim a one-two at his chest, teeth bared, and then follow it with an elbow strike to where he should be, if he dodged that. Maybe.

Haha! He totally dodged... right into that elbow.

Peacemaker would have yelled at him for falling for such an obvious move, but Peacemaker wasn't there. And now Jaime was lying on the mat.

"Jaime?" Eeep! "You okay?" Dinah crouched down and patted his shoulder, looking worried. "Sorry! That wasn't supposed to be that hard!"

"Ha!" Jaime declared as he reached up to grab at Dinah and try to throw her to the ground beside him.

That was another one of those Peacemaker moves.

"Aaah!" Dinah was laughing as she flipped over, then raised her legs to somersault Jaime backwards if he didn't let go in a second.

That, she got from Helena. Only at half a super-cat-woman strength.

Jaime started to laugh, but then he was flying through the air to land with a woomph of outrushing air.

"Nice throw," he groaned.

Giggling, Dinah got to her feet. And stayed out of kicking or grabbing range. "Wanna quit for now?" She grinned, bouncing on her feet and getting her breath back. "I think we've got the idea of what we can do, don't you?"

"Yeah," Jaime agreed as he pushed himself to his feet. "You can kick butt and I can get embarrassed."

The gym, Sunday afternoon

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