A fool's devotion was set in motion - Flick, Davis

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In the backyard of the Vatican, Flick had set up her boxing bag. Some days she forgot it was there and would note it looking forlorn in the rain while she made coffee in the kitchen. Other days she could hardly be torn away, letting out all her energy and frustrations on that heavy dead weight. Some days she looked out there and found Davis. His arms were very distracting when he punched and she liked when he looked so focused.

She was running out of excuses to deny him what he wanted: to try being a hunter.

It wasn't that she disapproved of the lifestyle - obviously that wasn't the case, as Flick couldn't even make herself pull back from it when she tried. But hunting, as great as it was, was a career with a short lifespan, and while that always seemed okay for Flick - she'd never expected anything more - it wasn't what she wanted for Davis. Flick wanted Davis to live a long and happy life but... well, Flick wanted to be in it. And she wanted him to understand better her own life.

Dropping her hands in front of the punching bag, Flick leaned forward to press her forehead against it. Yep. Time to do it.

When she leaned in Davis' doorway she was still breathing hard, her ponytail sweaty and messy. "Do you still want to go hunting?"

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"Alright," Davis slid back into what he thought was a pretty decent fighting pose. He hadn't needed to do much fighting in his life, he was almost always bigger and stronger than other kids at school, which put them off. He'd wrestled as a hobby in high school, but since he'd left high school as soon as he legally could he'd only wrestled with mates since then. He could still pin Cooper, which wasn't a huge accomplishment, and he could get the best of Lucas roughly half the time. Lucas fought dirty, though, despite being smaller than Davis. Or probably because he was smaller than Davis.

Flick was even smaller than Lucas, and though Davis knew she could hold her own in a fight, it was different when he was the one attacking her. He wasn't going to come at her like he was actually trying to kill her, as she'd asked. That was crazy.

He might be able to wrestle her to the ground and pin her, though. Davis was pretty sure he could manage that.

He looked for a way in through her defenses, and when he thought he'd spotted one, he went for her.