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"Welcome to Sunshine," says Juliet. "And to my front porch and whatever you do don't hit the light, it'll set Sherlock on fire."
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"Anyway," says Juliet, dropping her messenger bag and divesting herself of her crucifix, "Mr. Giles, you'll wanna stand clear on the other side of the room."
She wants to show off, and she's best starting off defensive - playing black, as it were. "Surprise me," she tells Sherlock, dropping into stance.
She wants to show off, and she's best starting off defensive - playing black, as it were. "Surprise me," she tells Sherlock, dropping into stance.
Mr. Giles puts himself as far from the action as possible.
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"Nah, I'm good for now," comes Tony's voice drifting down the stairs.
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It doesn't count as showing off if Giles doesn't know how good Sherlock is. She passes up one opening early on and lets the fight go on a little longer - she's good enough to have that flexibility, now, useful if she ever has to favor an injury or stall for time - and only pins him after a solid minute and a half. (He winds up with his face on the floor, so there's no question of whether Mr. Giles's librarian sensibilities will also have to live with a certain amount of kissing.)
Mr. Giles rolls his eyes.
But: "You're very good," he says. "Both of you."
But: "You're very good," he says. "Both of you."
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She lets Sherlock up. "Thanks!"
And then she gets out her notebook. She thinks she should have gone with a right cross instead of the elbow thing she did. She writes that down and meditates over it for a moment, then gets up again.
And then she gets out her notebook. She thinks she should have gone with a right cross instead of the elbow thing she did. She writes that down and meditates over it for a moment, then gets up again.
Mr. Giles observes this, but doesn't comment.
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"Absolutely."
And so it goes. A few sequences in, Juliet cracks her knuckle with a missed punch that hits the floor instead; normally this would require calling it a night and letting it heal overnight, but Shell Bell just tosses her a square - she's sitting in front of quite a heap of them by now - and Juliet fixes the fracture and leaps for Sherlock again.
And so it goes. A few sequences in, Juliet cracks her knuckle with a missed punch that hits the floor instead; normally this would require calling it a night and letting it heal overnight, but Shell Bell just tosses her a square - she's sitting in front of quite a heap of them by now - and Juliet fixes the fracture and leaps for Sherlock again.
Giles raises his eyebrows, but doesn't comment.
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It gets to be rather late. "I usually call it around this time, depending," says Juliet, checking the time on her phone and taking a swig of water. "And go home and do some modest amount of minimally-demonic homework and crash for the night. Does that sound reasonable to you?" she asks Mr. Giles.
"Entirely," he assures her.
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"Excellent, I was worried you'd stomp all over my well-oiled routine," says Juliet. "I hope you are satisfied that Sherlock does not plan to eat any of us, as well."
"It doesn't seem to be on his to-do list," Giles agrees.
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"Questions or comments before Sherlock and Shell Bell respectively walk and fly me home?" inquires Juliet.
"I'm going to look into buying this building tomorrow," he says. "Perhaps I can spin it to the Council as a handy training room. I'm hardly going to have you punching a bag in my library, after all."
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"Bags and demons have little in common anyway. Thanks," says Juliet.
"In the meantime," he says, looking around, "I don't think you'll have any trouble moving in."
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"There's a reason abandoned buildings are called that," Juliet says, nodding sagely and putting her crucifix and messenger bag back on.
"Really? I thought they just assigned the label at random," Giles says innocently.
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"Nope. The term has a lengthy and noble history." She cleans imaginary glasses. "I can loan you seventeen books on the subject," she adds in a bad English accent, "but some of them are in Latin."
He snorts.