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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"Okay," she said, glad he was taking it seriously. "Now forget the bullshit movies say about letting the other guy make the first move. No. Make the first move and make it count. A punch to the throat, knee or kick to the genitals, the eyes, the temple, the chin. Got those?"

"If you're up against someone dancing around like some kind of fairy, then don't watch their face. They want to fake you out." She pointed at her eyes as she bounced side to side on her heals. "Focus on their body instead." She moved her hand low, pressing it against her upper stomach. "With women, watch the stomach, with men watch the chest. Usually that's where each gender carries their centre of gravity and it has trouble lying to you."