Atlas Gym, Thursday Night

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Sarah's face still burned with shame when she finally handwavily was let go from the trooper station. Her phone constantly buzzed with calls from Langley; she'd deal with those later.

Missions had gone sour on her before. But not that badly, and not in front of people she had to see again -- and not with her dad at the center, letting her down again.

She knew she only had herself to blame, in the end. That was the worst of it.

No: The worst of it was knowing she made the choice to let her father go and rip someone off again. It was the right choice for a daughter but the wrong choice for an agent and she knew she'd have to face more than a few questions about it.

She had to stop thinking. Stop. Let this go. And, as usual for her, she ended up taking it out on a punching bag. She would hit and kick at the bag until some of this started to settle in her head.

For the first time since she'd gotten to Fandom, she didn't hold herself back.

[OOC: Open gym and she is spoiling for a fight.]

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It was an impressive show; Tyler stopped his evening run on the treadmill just to watch blondie whale on the punching bag. He leaned against a wall with folded arms, trying to look like he wasn't staring.

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Sarah glanced up when she felt the eyes on her and flicked a strand of hair out of her mouth. "Ever hear of 'take a picture, it'll last longer'?" she queried, none too politely.

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"I wanted to know if you were selling tickets," Tyler answered. "What are you, the kickboxing teacher?"

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Sarah actually lowered her fists to her sides at that. "Sure. Why not. Monday and Thursday mornings. You need to come early to get a place near the mirror."

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"If I knew the teacher looked like you, I might have even showed up for that class," Tyler smirked.

Oh, Tyler.

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"Thanks," Sarah said, with the tightest of smiles and narrowed eyes, before she went back to punching at the bag. Right and left and right and left and -

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"Want to spar?" Tyler asked, over the thuds of the punching bag.

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Sarah stepped back from the bag and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. "You really do not want to ask me that tonight," she cautioned.

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"Sparring people who have had bad days is the most fun," Tyler answered.

He was only a little suicidal. He should introduce himself, anyhow. Just to be polite.

"I'm Tyler. I teach up at the school."

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Sarah could have laughed. The terrorist looked younger than his pictures, and a little heavier. Island life seemed to agree with him.

"Tyler Durden," she said with false brightness. "I think I've heard your name. I'm Sarah Walker, from the comics store."

And she would not object to hitting him. At all.

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"Sarah Walker from the comics store," Tyler echoed, trying to remember if he knew the name. He didn't think he did. "Who is also a hell of a kickboxer."

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"It's a hobby," Sarah said, and she didn't quite care if he believed that or not. "Did you really want to spar?"

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"I don't joke about that," Tyler answered, already removing his shoes and stepping over to a mat. "No padding, no weapons, no shoes, stop when the other person says stop?"

His opponents changed, but Tyler always wanted the same rules.

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"I need gloves," Sarah said, stretching out her legs. "Rest of it, sure."

She bet she could take him down inside five moves.

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"Fine, gloves," Tyler conceded. He was sick of his hands feeling all jacked up every time he sparred, plus she was a girl. "Ready when you are, Sarah."

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Sarah gave her ponytail one last tug.

"Oh, I think I can go now," she said, with a predatory smile. She shifted into defensive stance and started circling him.

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Circling, circling, circling, was she going to hit him?

He didn't give her the chance, striking out hard with his left fist at her chin.

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She could have dodged but she took it. best to let your opponents underestimate you, and, anyhow, she could use the force of the blow. With only a soft grunt of pain, she crouched a little and hit at his stomach.

[OOC: RADIO TIME! I am not threaddropping myself.]

[tyler_gone]

He had twisted to the side and easily dodged her punch, kicking out at her lower legs. He smiled a little as he did; this was getting fun.

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Oh, Sarah did not like kickers; she stumbled to the side as his foot connected with her calf, and let herself fall into a kind of backbend position.

It put her in an ideal place to kick at his chest.

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It was safe to say Tyler was not expecting that; he reeled backward, hand going to his stomach.

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Which gave Sarah more than enough time to jump to her feet, casually grab his loose arm, and, just as casually, toss him to the mat. She held him pinned by one twisted wrist. "Stop?" she asked, as a courtesy.

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Tyler's eyes were scrunched closed as he tried to figure out what was going on here. She hadn't exactly done anything that even hurt that badly, but her every motion held the promise of more pain.

And, well, once in a while Tyler could end a fight without bleeding.

"Stop," he wheezed, by way of confirmation.

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"Good," Sarah said, and leaned very close to his ear. If he told anyone later, she'd claim he misheard. "If you even think about starting up your little army on the island, this will be the least of what will go wrong for you, you got that?"

She squeezed his wrist so the bones would grind together painfully, then, magnanimously, went to help him to his feet. "Nice match," she said, louder now.

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"... nice match," Tyler agreed, nodding his head a little about the other thing. He was too busy climbing to his feet and wondering who this woman was to give a proper answer.

"So, uh, I'm up for a rematch anytime."

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"Never say never," Sarah shrugged, in a much better mood as she went back to her stretching.

"Thanks for the spar."