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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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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.

Oooh, the laughing actually ticked him off a little. If he'd known the reason, he might not have reacted that way but all he heard was laughter so, you know. A little pissy.

With her going on a bit, he managed to wipe his bloody nose against sleeve of his shirt before he went to slam his knee right between her shoulder blades.

That had been a badly-timed bit of laughter. And she was obviously paying for that now. A knee to the back? Really really hurt. She yelped, a pretty small sound for the way the pain radiated down her spine.

She was going to try pulling free and rolling away from him now, thanks.

Flick was slightly off balance after using his knee so he let her slip free and straightened up, swiping at his nose again. He licked his lips, tasting blood and copper and watching her warily from where she'd rolled to.

He moved closer briskly, trying to stop her from getting too far away and recovered as much as he could when he was a little slowed.

She was already getting to her feet. Several parts of her body were going to be sore later and were already hurting, but that wouldn't stop her. She got to her feet only to lunge at him with the intention of knocking the wind out of him.

Maybe a little sloppily, but she had a lot of force to put into it.

Flick caught her against him which really did nothing but lessen some of the pain that she caused when she slammed into him. He hissed in pain and stumbled backwards, trying desperately to keep himself on his feet.

But, the amount of force meant he ended up toppling over, head smacking off the floor with a crack that left him seeing stars momentarily.

Well, at least Isabelle fell with him? But maybe that wasn't much of a comfort. Not with how she was immediately scrambling to get more upright on top of him to try and punch him in the fleshy part that connected chest to shoulder. A little payback for last time, maybe.

She wasn't putting anything near her full force into it, though.

It was enough force that Flick yelped and coughed a few times since he was still trying to get his vision to clear up after hitting his head.

He directed a swing at her chin, putting as much force as he could behind it. If that didn't work, then maybe grabbing at her shirt and yanking her down so he could try and headbutt her would?

That was gonna be hell on his nose if that's what ended up working.

That shirt thing wasn't going to work. Sorry, Flick. They made Shadowhunter gear form-fitted for that exact reason. There wasn't much in the leather to grab a hold of.

But considering that swing connected and knocked her head back a bit, maybe that didn't matter so much?

Hey, something had connected so he was pleased about that. As pleased as he could be when his ears were ringing still.

But, he had the presence of mind to push himself up as much as he could and now he was going to try and headbutt her. Payback and all that. Well, he was going to try, at least.

He wasn't all the way successful, meaning that Isabelle managed to lean away a little bit just in time to lessen some of the impact, but that didn't stop her swearing at what impact there was.

But he was getting a not entirely accurately aimed jab at his chin for his troubles.

If it helped, hitting her with his head meant his nose exploded in some new pain though it didn't start bleeding again. Combine that with the chin jab and he was cursing up a blue streak.

His head was gonna be hurting when this was all over. Flick still wasn't stopping though. He actually went after the side of her neck this time but with an open hand. Just a basic chop down to that sensitive area.

And that was why Shadowhunters should also have invested in some collars for their gear. Because she did not like that at all. But an iratze had become a necessity for later some time ago already.

She tried to grab his wrist. Both of them, actually.

Goddammit.

That was what he got for being a little woozy from the punches and slams to the head. So, as soon as she got a hold of his wrists, he tried to yank his arms backward so she'd come forward.

And yeah, he was gonna use his head again. Or try to, at least. Maybe he'd catch her off guard.

He did. Mostly. She managed to angle her head a bit in the hopes that he wouldn't get her nose, but that was about it. If her nose wasn't bloody after this, she was going to be happy. Kind of.

She was also using the forward momentum to try and pin his wrists to the floor. Seemed like a workable idea for the time being.

Flick didn't really have time to stabilize himself so he knew he was going to end up on his back. He tried lunging up at her one more time for a quick but sharp headbutt before he ended up on his back, wrists pinned.

Maybe he was trying to make her nose bloody too. As it was, most of his blood had dried and flecked under his nose and his lips. Still hurt a lot, though.

Oh Angel, that one did actually catch her nose. Maybe not enough to make it bloody, but enough for her to grunt out something very unladylike. Because it hurt.

But she was pinning him to the floor all the same. Wrists to the floor, and she was trying to shift backwards a bit to make sure he wasn't going to kick up too hard, either.

He definitely tried to kick up, though. Because he hated being in this position in this particular situation and all he could do was squirm and try and use what little leverage he did have to try and knock her off him.

Probably wouldn't work because she was strong and had the advantage but he wasn't just going to lay there and say uncle either.

Because he wasn't going to stay down before he couldn't get up anymore. Yeah, yeah, Isabelle knew all that.

She was also kind of dripping blood on him, right now. A little bit. He'd caught her nose enough for that after all. She shifted again, and squeezed his wrists tighter.

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