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the gym ; monday afternoon

It felt like it'd been awhile since Flick had been down to the gym. In reality, it hadn't been that long and he'd been getting exercise other ways but still, it was time to fall back into that routine so he didn't end up getting too doughy and soft. He'd save those moments for when he was behind closed doors.

Usually, he defaulted to flat out boxing when it came to the gym and the heavy bag but he was going a little different today. The Brazilian jujitsu classes he'd taken back at the academy had been in his head lately so that's what he was using today. It meant using his body differently, working muscles that didn't tend to get worked as much when he was just flat out punching the crap out of something or someone.

Which didn't take away how much he liked just punching the crap of some people, of course. It was a good time. He just felt like switching it up. He figured he'd slide into Krav Maga techniques in awhile just to keep that side of things fresh as well.

And then maybe he'd go to straight boxing. End with the fun stuff, why not?

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Isabelle nodded again. "Good, it was creepy."

Not really, but if he started acting like that full time, she would've suspected possession. (Or so she would've liked to think, anyway.) She stopped moving again, and just rocked back on her heels. Easier to do that with the more sensible choice of shoe than it was usually.

"Well, that does run in the family," he joked, stepping back from the bag again so he could size it up and slide easily in the boxing portion of his workout.

It took him a few seconds to really get himself going but soon enough, he was punching speedily and with enough force to make the sounds of skin hitting vinyl echo through the gym.

And he could do this and keep a casual eye on what she was doing too.

She wasn't doing much. Just watching with a look of nothing but curiosity. There was probably more than that going on inside her head, of course, but that was what she was projecting outward. Nothing but curiosity.

Besides, her training didn't include a lot of straight-up boxing. So some of that interest was genuine, too.

Then, she'd get to watch him do some straight up boxing against the heavy bag. This was where he'd really excelled in military school so he knew how to make everything crisp yet forceful and he knew where to punch (if the bag had been a person) to make it hurt and bleed too.

His focus shifted more onto what he was doing and less on her and what she might be thinking while she watched him as he got a little more tunnel visioned into what he was doing.

After a moment, Isabelle began circling him again. Slow steady steps, keeping her distance but keeping her full attention on him too.

Had to see all the angles. Or something to that effect.

She was reminding him a little of his instructors back in military school. They'd often done the circling thing, sizing up his posture and technique in a way that typically involved yelling and shoving and insults.

It wasn't a great memory but it wasn't a terrible one. Those memories kicking in just made him go at the bag harder. He'd had enough training to make sure he didn't get sloppy when he turned up his intensity.

At least Isabelle wasn't yelling or shoving. No, she was perfectly quiet in her observations. Her shoes barely made a sound against the floor, and certainly nothing that could be heard above the sound of his fists hitting the bag.

She stopped when she was on the other side of the bag. But not directly so. That would've meant she wouldn't have seen him.

When she came back into his line of sight again, he took a second to smirk at her between punches. Hey, he could chew gum and walk at the same time so he could certainly do that.

Lot of watching going on from her end of things, wasn't there? He kept punching the bag sharply.

A lot of watching.

But she smirked back at him, shifting her weight from one foot to the other and back again. Maybe she was planning a move, maybe she wasn't.

There was a lot of maybe's going on there along with a lot of watching. If Flick noticed that she was shifting her weight, he didn't draw any attention to it.

He kept punching away at the bag, hard enough to make his knuckles sting and redden up a bit.

And Isabelle's move ended up being something as simple as catching the bag and pulling it away from him.

Yeah, his training was being interrupted.

Flick barely managed to stop the punch he'd been in the middle of throwing so he wouldn't end up swinging at air since she'd pulled the bag away from him.

He raised an eyebrow at her and kept his hands and arms up but didn't say anything. Apparently, he'd punched the bag enough for her tastes or something.

He had. Because she was a little pushy and bossy like that. Also, it'd been a nice test of his reflexes too, in its own way.

"That's enough of that," she said, confirming his suspicion there. "Bag's not a worthy opponent."

"Oh really?" Flick looked and sounded a little amused at her pushiness. "And you have a better opponent? Maybe one of the practice dummies you love so much?"

"Clearly," Isabelle drawled, because that wasn't it and they both knew it. "Dummies are much harder to beat than a bag."

Flick shrugged a shoulder lazily. "I'm picking up on some sarcasm there, Isabelle. You have a better idea for me?"

"Yes."

She let go of the bag, and stepped away from it.

And Flick caught the bag when it swung back his way. He even leaned against it while he watched her move away, slight smile on his face.

He knew the answer to his question. He was just taking his time with following her.

And Isabelle wasn't going to spell it out for him, either.

She was shifting her weight again, from one side to the other, but she was doing it slowly, idly. Not really gearing up for anything in any obvious way. Watching him.

Flick licked his lips before he pushed away from the bag and ambled over towards her. He took up a position across from her, a few feet away and swung his arms back and forth to stretch them out.

He was already pretty loose considering he'd been there awhile but always good to make sure. He wasn't smirking or smiling anymore, at least. He was taking things seriously even if he was internally amused at how she'd pretty much arrived and made him stop what he was doing.

Hey, she'd also observed him for a bit! Before making him stop. Man, she was bossy, wasn't she?

But she wasn't giving him instructions or influencing him in other ways right at this moment. She wasn't smirking or smilingor anything, either. Just rocking from side to side, and rolling her shoulders. She'd warmed up before she'd even come down here, but it didn't hurt to do some more.

Flick stopped swinging his arms and brought them up again though he didn't make any move towards her just yet. He bounced up and down a few times, just stretching a little bit further but then he stilled and watched her steadily.

Isabelle wasn't intending to make the first move here. She'd done that the last couple of times she'd sparred with people down here. Had to change things up sometimes.

Of course, just being there, watching him in silence while doing some minor warmup? That in itself was kind of a challenge.

For a long few moments, Flick just stayed perfectly still. He kept his eyes on her but he held himself still while he drew up a game plan in his head. It'd probably go out the window quick but having an initial plan of attack was something he wanted to have. He'd only done this once with her so he didn't have much to pull from but still.

After he'd done that, he finally did move. He wasn't intending for this to be anything fancy or anything that would do damage but he pushed off his foot and lunged at her. When he got close enough, he was going to attempt to bring a knee up into her stomach but he was also planning what to do if that didn't work.

Yeah, it wasn't going to work. But that was often the case with initial moves, wasn't it? Isabelle stepped out of the way at the last second, angling her body differently to minimize the impact even as she moved to block it.

She had no plan. You always had to let those go too soon, anyway.

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