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[GP] training day

There was a trope that in prison there wasn't much to do except work out or read. As colorful as Madonna Inn might be, it was still a prison. And look, somebody had put together a library.

Put fifty some people, many of them military, adventurers, vigilantes, or superheroes of one stripe or another, in a prison with none of the urgent missions or near-death experiences they were used to, the fitness center was going to be a popular place. Maybe almost as popular as the bar.

... Probably not quite that popular.

There were free weights and weight machines, treadmills and ellipticals, yoga mats and exercise balls. A room set aside for classes, if someone decided to lead. A large square had been taped over an area of the floor off to one side as a make-shift sparring space. Sports equipment had been brought back from Bonesville for those who preferred more organized games. And those who had been stuck here longest remembered there hadn't always been a salmon ladder.

In other words, something for just about everybody. And you could usually find someone in there if you were looking for a spotter, workout buddy, sparring partner, friendly competition too.

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"I know enough about girls to know some can kick my ass." He winked to her. "But most don't hold back."

That piqued Buffy's curiosity. He looked fit enough that a 'normal' female shouldn't be able to kick his ass. Unless they were a higher degree of belt than he was.

"Okay, then I'll give as much as I can unless you tell me different. Deal?"

Alec had a feeling there was more to her than met the eye. He nodded. "Deal."

It felt good to be doing this. He actually felt excited.

He moved into the ring, hands up in a very military-style ready position

Buffy looked at his stance and then understood that he was military guy. Alex had stood the same way their first time sparring. He looked to be prepared for a hit to the mid-section or face which was why Buffy swept her leg out toward his knees to knock him off balance.

She was right - he hadn't been expecting the sweep of her leg. He tried to avoid it, but her foot made contact enough to put him off balance. He went down on his left, but he caught himself with his left arm and sent a flurry of kicks - left, right, left - to her torso before pushing off his left arm to jump back up into standing position.

Buffy had been so surprised by his agility and swiftness of kicks that he caught her in the torso. She bent over double with a whoosh of air, but that didn't stop her. Instead she returned to a standing position with a wide smile.

"Oh it is so on!" She didn't hold back, but neither did she go full strength. Buffy threw a series of punches toward his head, left, right, right, left.

Her response drew a smile from his lips, but it was quickly replaced by concentration as he tried to dodge her punches. He managed to dodge one, block the other, but the next two hit him and he took a step back to regroup.

"Ow." He said, but lightheartedly before he jumped in the air, high enough so his feet were head-height, and sent a kick to her sternum.

Buffy saw the move coming and waited until the very last second to bend backward. His foot didn't connect but only by a millimeter did it miss her. She turned the move into a back handspring and came up with a laugh.

"Definitely not my normal sparring partner. Do you have the X gene? I know you're not a Slayer like me." Buffy figured it was time to admit because he would have known by the power of her punches and her flexibility that she wasn't quite human either.

"X gene?" Alec looked a little confused, maybe because for a moment she knew his designation. "Oh - you mean the people here who call themselves mutants. Not really, but sort of. What's a Slayer?"

"One girl in every generation to fight the forces of darkness. Blah, blah, blah. Basically a girl every generation kicks the big bad's ass." Buffy smiled, "that's me."

Okay technically it was her and Faith but Faith wasn't here. Or awake back home, so just Buffy.

"So, not your choice, huh?" He wondered if she was happy with that. "Mine either."

He came at Buffy with a series of punches and jabs.

Buffy blocked them but they did sting a little as they hit. It felt good to really fight. This time she didn't hold back as she swung her leg up toward his head in a round house kick.

"Nope, and it sucks." Not that she would give it up now. It was something that she missed that she never thought she would. "But it's also kind of nice having an ability no one has or knows about."

He could feel his fingers tingle as he reached up to meet her foot with his hands. He exhaled in response to the impact, then tried to use her momentum against her by spinning her leg in an attempt to send her to the ground.

"It has its advantages."

Instead of falling to the ground when Alec's leg caught hers, Buffy did a back flip and landed on the other side of Alec. It wasn't really high off the ground, but it did clear his head.

"Like being really good at cheerleading." Buffy teased.

His eyebrow lifted with a wry 'that's hot' expression. "You're a cheerleader, huh?" Yep, his mind went there for a moment. "Nice."

"Was. Graduated high school a couple of months before I came here." Buffy said as she threw a punch. It made her realize that if she'd been home, she would have finished her first year of college. That was weird to think about.

Alec had not been thinking cheerleader in high school and momentarily needed acid for his brain, but he was thankful she revealed she was in college now. Legal was good.

He ducked from the punch and kicked out his leg to try and trip her.

Buffy easily avoided the leg, before she spun and tried a roundhouse kick on her own toward his chest. "So what's your deal? Why special?"

Alec took the kick, but tried to hold onto her foot as he tumbled back with control to 'throw' her over him as his back hit the mat.

"Made this way." Which was the truth. "You know. One guy every generation..." Not the truth.

"Smart ass." Buffy said as she rolled with the throw and came up in a lunge that faced him. She was pretty sure the one in a generation wasn't true. "So enhanced by magic or genetics." She was magic or whatever Slayerish mojo stuff that Giles bored her with. Kitty was genetics, though born rather than made - which made Buffy wonder at the choice of words.

"Genetics." He threw a punch at her, followed up by the opposite leg in a kick. "Not like the mutants here though. I've always been this way and don't have weird-ass powers."

"Nice hit." Buffy's arm stung when she blocked the blow and she wondered about his genetics. If he was that strong because of it or was that his 'weird-ass' power whether he didn't think he had it.

She moved forward Slayer quick and threw a couple of punches like she would have against a vampire. It felt good!

He felt her fist hit the side of his face and then he felt blood. He took a step back, but had a smile on his face. "You too."

Alec respected the Hell out of Buffy. He moved for his own series of quick attacks.

(ooc: If you want, we can fast forward to when both are tired? Unless you want one to 'win' hehe)

(ooc: Fast forward 'til after the fight and tired. :D )

Buffy felt her own lip cut and the blood that pooled there. It was good to fight like this and not be worried about dying. She hadn't done this type of sparring since Angel and while that thought would always bring bittersweet feelings, the pain wasn't as stinging as when she'd first arrived at the Inn.

She punched and counterpunched for what seemed like hours, and it easily could have been given that they were so equally matched, until she held up a hand for time. Her breath came in gasps and she sunk to the floor. "I am so going to need an hour in the sauna after that."

Alec, too, was out of breath and was going to have a few bruises to heal up after this. It was nice. Almost reminded him of getting his ass kicked by Max. His smile was wide on his face. "I hear that. You kick some good ass." And she was hot too. Nice.

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