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the gym ; tuesday afternoon

Spending time in the gym was a weekly ritual that Flick didn't really want to ignore. It gave him an outlet for a lot of his anger, got him a good workout and helped him with all the stress that seemed to be crushing him. Forgetting the gym would probably mean having a good cry or something in the bathroom and he didn't want to be the guy that did that.

Today, he didn't really have the need to viciously beat on the heavy bag. He was still punching at a quick and hard clip but nothing where he thought his knuckles would split and he'd end up sore and achy. So, there was that. There hadn't been much communication from home and, besides the confrontation with Jude, Flick's week hadn't been terrible.

So, the other shoe was sure to drop pretty soon. It always happened so Flick was taking some time to actually enjoy himself before he had to go back home and face Mandel, face Joi and face the rest of the Wolves. They were out of sight and out of mind.

For now.

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"Yes, ma'am," he chirped, even firing off a quick two fingered salute for no other reason than he could. "It's more fun when it's appreciated, anyway."

Sometimes, it led indirectly to getting the crap kicked out of him but it'd still been fun at the time.

His eyes were still on her hands though they were sliding back to her face every so often.

Isabelle pulled her hand back.

And then she punched the bag. Not as hard as she could have, not even close. But hard enough to send it swinging away from her.

Just testing it, really.

Since he'd been watching her hands, he'd kind of figured the bag was about to be punched. So, when it came swinging back in his direction, he gave it a punch to send it back towards her.

His blow was a little off center since he'd stepped away from the bag but it was enough to send the piece of equipment swinging back towards her.

It was kind of like tetherball.

Isabelle had never played tetherball, but that was still a pretty accurate description of what was happening.

She'd corrected her stance while the bad had been on his side, and sent it back to him once it swung her way. Smirking, although less at him and more just to herself.

Flick tilted his head when the bag swung back at him and stepped into his punch this time, swinging it back a little harder and a little more solidly than he had before.

He caught a glimpse of that smirk and smiled briefly for no real reason.

He was going to hit harder? She could do that too. It felt like a necessity, even, with the way the bag swung at her.

There was something very satisfying about the sound her fist connecting with the bag made. The feel of the impact, too.

Flick figured he wasn't going to be able to hit the bag as hard as she could (he had an ego but he was also a realist) but he thought he could hit harder than most people.

But, he could move quickly to a better position and swing his fist against the bag as it swung toward him. Harder than before and hard enough to increase the speed, send it swiveling back her way quickly.

Isabelle moved too. She had quick reflexes and while she was still pretty much just playing, those weren't something she'd ignore. Another punch, then, hard and fast.

And she was already thinking a few steps ahead because that was just her nature. That was what had been drilled into her during training at the Institute.

Flick figured she'd send the bag back at him even faster than before so he'd actually already decided on what he was going to do next. He didn't know if it'd catch her off guard but hey, he was always willing to take a risk.

So, when the bag came swinging back at him, Flick actually caught it between two steady hands and used a lot more of his strength to actually hurl the bag back in her direction.

It didn't really catch her off guard, at least not too much, although it was a valiant try at it. It didn't really change what Isabelle did. She'd already been twisting her body away from the bag, leaning away, and putting her weight more on her other foot.

She kicked the bag and she kicked it hard. The surprise of it hurtling towards her like it did took away some of the force but it was still harder than one of her punches.

She could have held back a bit more, but there'd have been no fun in that.

Yeah, Flick knew if that bag hit him, it was gonna hurt a little so when it came spinning back his way, he rolled out and got himself out of its path. He didn't need to end up on his ass due to getting smacked with a heavy bag.

The momentum from the roll took him smoothly back to his feet and he had his hands up quick. All right, she had some power behind her. No denying that now.

Flick licked his lips and actually took a few idle steps towards her, ignoring the heavy bag since those last few blows seemed to be more about hitting each other and less about hitting the bag.

Isabelle caught the heavy bag when it swung harmlessly back to her, and steadied it. Her attention was on him, though.

Apparently they were done with the bag.

They were done with the bag.

And Flick knew he was probably getting in over his head here but he also knew he didn't much care. He took a few steps closer to her, feinting like he was going to take a shot before moving back.

Just testing, just stretching. He even smirked because why not? Wisely, he kept his mouth shut even if a part of him wanted to make some smartass comment about her being a girl and not wanting to hit a girl.

See? Very wise.

But that meant he robbed her of her chance of a clever retort about how he had nothing to worry about there. She wasn't that easy to hit. She liked to think so, anyway.

Isabelle didn't smirk, but she moved away from the bag. She watched him, shifting her weight from foot to foot and watching him.

But not making a move.

So, it looked like Flick was going to be making the first move here. That was all right with him. He dropped the smirk quickly enough and stepped towards her.

As soon as he got close enough, he swung. They were going to be easily blocked blows, not meant to do anything more than get whatever this was started.

But, he still swung fast, one fist high, one low, leaving himself unguarded for the moment.

Blocking the punches came as easy as breathing. And she knew he was just getting started but that didn't stop her from trying to grab his arm while dropping a little lower with a sideways turn so she could try swiping his legs out from underneath him.

She was often a lot more interested in finishing things than she was in getting them started.

He wasn't going to go down that easily. He'd expected the blows to be blocked so he was on his guard when she went low and was able to jump over the attempted leg sweep.

Ending on on his back would be bad, he knew, so he was going to avoid that for as long as he could. As soon as he came down, he tried to use his weight to actually shove her off balance since she'd gone low and he was at a higher vantage point now.

Isabelle didn't fight it. She went wih the momentum, dropping even lower to execute a not too shabby backward roll away from him.

And that put her right back on her feet, straightening up.

Well, he wasn't bleeding yet so Flick was calling that an accomplishment. He smiled across at her, pulling his hands back up and advancing forward again.

After a few slow steps, Flick dipped and lunged, knowing it was a dangerous thing to do, and tried to drive a shoulder into her midsection. Why not, right? Go for the gusto.

You know what he got for that?

Isabelle dodging – although so narrowly that he still got part of her ribs (and that hurt, even if she didn't show it) – and kicking at his leg.

Her superhuman reflexes were involved in that, yeah.

That wasn't exactly the result he'd wanted. Her kick met his leg solidly enough and he tumbled forward, rolling a few times and wincing briefly when his body hit the ground.

He knew he couldn't stay down for long so he started trying to get up quickly, pushing himself onto his hands and knees quickly.

Isabelle was already on him, though, yanking him up by the back of his shirt. That was helpful, right?

Okay, it was pretty rough, actually.

And up he went!

But, he came up swinging, though. He knew he'd at least caught her when he'd charged so while he was getting yanked up, he swung and aimed a quick, sharp jab towards her ribs.

His balance was still a little off since he was getting yanked up but his aim was still pretty good despite that.

And with the grabbing and the yanking, Isabelle was not in the optimal position for getting out of his fist's way. She made an effort to block it with her other arm, but it was far from perfect.

Nothing an iratze wouldn't heal, though.

And letting go of him meant her other hand was free for a sharp, low jab of her very own.

Flick tried to twist away from the fist but didn't manage to do so which meant he was sucking wind and cringing when his side started throbbing.

His first thought was to step away from her, give them both time to take a breath or something but he decided against that. Flick tried to grab for both of her hands, hoping to just get a momentary hold of them because he was going to send the heel of his foot down towards the joint of her knee.

Take out the wheels and all.

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