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The Gym, Sunday morning

Bruce was not in a particularly good mood. Yesterday morning, he was assaulted and knocked out by monster deer. He wasn't sure yet how he survived that, but he woke up in a storage closet in the joke shop, Who's There?, later that afternoon. When he woke up, there was a rubber chicken on his head.

By that time, Bruce realized, the town and its people were back to normal, which was unfortunate because he really wanted to hit something. He tried to let it go overnight, but the feeling persisted. So right now he was going to settle for a punching bag. And later on, he might check in at the amusement park right across the causeway and make sure there weren't any corporate mascots that were misbehaving. ~~Really, he was just mad it wasn't a Six Flags for his own corporate synergy.~~

[Open like a gym.]

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"Getting away with it," Bruce said. "And probably some catharsis in getting some small measure of revenge for all the times you've pummeled it."

Cara crossed her arms and cocked an eyebrow, ignoring the tinged of unhealed wounds under her leathers. "Are you speaking for the bag or yourself?"

Not that Cara had an ego or anything. Nope.

"You've beaten me once," Bruce pointed out, showing a grin that probably wouldn't be appreciated. "And even then, I bet it was closer than you expected."

Once was still more times than he'd beaten her. "Closeness doesn't matter, you still lost." Mord'Sith philosophy at work.

"George Washington lost battle after battle during the American Revolution. But each loss slowly set up his eventual victory in the war," Bruce mentioned. "So there's more to it than just wins and losses. Still, if you're offering a chance to even up the score, who am I to say no?"

"Fights like these and battles are two very different things." Even when you had a tendency to approach them the same way.

Some might have pointed out that even if she was certain she could beat up Bruce before healing from yesterday's battle, trying it when she didn't have to wasn't exactly the best idea she'd ever had, but then if any of the ones Cara would've actually listened to had been there, well she probably wouldn't have been in the gym needing to be told that in the first place. "Then you'll have twice as much reason to make faces behind my back."

"A fight like this with someone else, sure. I'm not so positive that's true with you," Bruce said, stepping away from the punching bag and moving into a defensive stance. "Ready whenever you are."

Which only proved that Bruce indeed was the world's greatest detective. Or that he had eyes. One of the two.

Instead of moving to test his defences, Cara settled into a stance of her own, one which favoured her injured arm without obviously seeming to. "Ladies first? How polite."

"A very proper English man taught me manners," Bruce offered as explanation.

"At least I already know you're not too polite to hit a girl."

"I at least give them a chance to hit me first," Bruce said. But since she was clearly passing, Bruce took a few quick steps forward before ducking low and tried to sweep her legs with a kick.

Cara pivoted out of the way, aiming quick punch towards his shoulder with her left fist as he came close.

"That'll get you killed." A note of concern hid under the teasing. She'd deny it if he tried pointing it out.

Bruce took the punch, but grabbed at Cara's arm in an attempt to throw her to the ground. "The drawbacks of being a gentleman."

Cara twisted as she fell so she'd land cleanly on her back, aiming a kick at Bruce's ankles before pushing back to her feet.

The kick knocked Bruce down, but he pushed off the ground as soon as he hit to help him roll away from Cara before she could press the advantage. But he was till on the ground. Only a few feet further away.

Cara wasn't exactly going to let an opportunity like that pass her by, so she lunged to try and pin him before he could get back up.

Seeing her coming and not planning on going down this easily, Bruce whipped an arm out to try to catch Cara in a headlock.

Cara immediately went to pull at his forearm with one hand while trying to slam her other elbow back into his solar plexus.

Bruce let out a small grunt when that hit, but he wasn't giving up just yet so he used his free hand to aim a couple quick jabs to Cara's side. It wasn't the best angle to punch from, but he figured it should be effective.

Effective in that they connected and Bruce was rewarded with a grunt from Cara as she caught her breath, yes.

In that Cara was kind of used to being hit there and it didn't stop her aiming another jab with her elbow, much lower down? Not as much.

Bruce twisted so that the elbow mostly connected with his hip. Still lower down, but not nearly as painful.

In an attempt to free his trapped arm, Bruce aimed a punch toward the shoulder of the arm holding it.

Bruce's fist connected solidly over the collection of clawmarks Zoe had left in Cara's arm.

Cara's reaction was subtle, widened eyes, a hissed breath through clenched teeth, her grip slackening as her fingers momentarily refused to respond, but it was there if you were looking for it, none the less.

Bruce wasn't specifically looking for it, but he spotted it anyway. It was night and day compared to how she reacted to the side punches a moment ago.

She would probably complain about him not exploiting that again right away, it would get him killed, etc etc. But he still just went for a knee to the gut while he pulled his arm away from her.

Because, no, he still didn't treat a fight like this like a real battle.

She would, as well as point out if it was a battle she'd probably be trying to kill him instead of just beating him into submission. Totally different.

That said, she was grateful for the chance to catch her breath (such as it was given the knee to the gut) and get her fingers working again. Pushing herself up, she tried to shove her good shoulder into his midsection.

Bruce stood his ground - well, kneeled his ground, as he hadn't really had a chance to get to his feet yet - and took the shoulder, mainly because it gave him a chance to hit Cara in the back with a strong elbow, looking to knock her down.

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