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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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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.

Yeah, he'd figured that was going to happen. It was pretty predictable so he was able to catch himself when he ended up stepping past her.

He planted a foot to completely stop his momentum and sent a backhand her way, going for the neck and shoulder area since it was just the right height.

Isabelle pulled her shoulder up and let that take the impact from the hit. Wasn't a pleasant feeling but nothing she couldn't handle, especially when her other hand came up to grab at his arm.

And if she got a hold of that, she was going to stomp on his instep, too. So, there was that.

The instep wasn't a place that he could easily defend so when her foot came crashing down on it, he yelped out a string of curse words and reacted instinctively.

By twisting slightly and throwing a quick jab at her face to try and stun her backwards. He didn't pull that punch at all because no way was he going easy on her (or anyone). She might have had a hold on one arm but there was a reason he'd been given two at birth.

That reason probably hadn't been to facilitate punching pretty girls in the face, but oh well. That was what it came to. And since Isabelle was reluctant to let go of his arm yet, her ability to avoid the punch was limited. The best she could do was roll with the movement to lessen the impact but still. That was going to leave a mark.

And she moved backwards for a step or two, but didn't let go of his arm. Actually, after a second to recover from the hit, she gave his arm a harsh tug. No twisting, sadly, but it wasn't pleasant.

No, that wasn't pleasant at all. For a second, he thought his shoulder might have popped out but the pain was different than that which was a good thing.

Flick hissed out another string of curses and was forced to use his free arm as offense again. He moved forward with the tugging, trying to use that momentum to just slam his fist into her stomach. Something to get her to let go of his damn arm.

She let go this time, stepping backwards and to the side to get out of his fist's way. She was successful enough. Meaning her side stung now but at least she hadn't gotten the wind knocked out of her.

Still had to try dropping a little lower and kicking at one of his ankles, though.

That was a move Flick had almost seen coming so he was able to twist away and only catch a glancing blow against his ankle. Still made him hop for a second before he stabilized himself again.

He shook out his arm once which did little to help but oh well. Flick lunged closer again, trying to grab at her arm so he could do some twist of his own. Trying to get her arm and himself behind her back to give him some leverage.

He was getting his leverage.

He was also getting the back of her head to his face unless he was very careful. Isabelle wasn't really holding back either.

Flick didn't really know how he kept a hold of her arm during that because the back of her head slammed against his face since he couldn't protect against that.

"Motherfucker," Flick snarled, pretty sure she'd just busted his nose enough to get it bleeding. He could feel that already hitting his lips. That had hurt.

He couldn't really swipe at the blood since that'd mean letting her go so he wrenched her arm harder in payback and actually kicked down at the back of her knee to gain some additional leverage and to maybe cause a little pain for her too.

Isabelle hadn't heard him utter that word in this context for a while, and a dry sort of laugh actually escaped her lips at hearing it. Before she hissed at the twisting of her arm.

And her knee gave out underneath her at the kick. Had to give him credit for that, she really hadn't expected it.

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