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McFaddenThere is lots of interaction between Iaz and King in this chappy. I hope you like it. Tell me if you don't!
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TRAININGKing was the only one awake in the men's room. Ageon was sleeping restlessly on his bed and King wondered if the man had nightmares. Blade wasn't restless but he knew that the instant he was threatened the half vampire would be awake in seconds. King had fallen asleep before either of the other men had come in.
"So much for male bonding," King muttered to himself. In truth he couldn't see Blade leaning eagerly over the bed swapping boy talk. King laughed at the thought then hastily banished it from his mind. He had a sneaking suspicion Blade could read minds.
He had barely swapped three words with Ageon and King didn't think he could talk to him just yet. Especially after his sister had kicked King's ass. He winced at that thought. He had to be careful. He was too use to Abby and her restraint. Iaz was like a bomb. Once you lit her fuse you were going to have to deal with the consequences.
He walked down to the kitchen. No body was there either. He looked at the clock. Noon! Serves them right for not getting to bed on time. He raided the fridge. He didn't think the death twins would mind him helping himself. He poured himself a glass of milk and sighed.
He had time to fill before there would be any one to talk to or exchanged witty banter. He decided to go train. The room was far enough away from the rooms so he wouldn't wake anyone. He padded barefoot down towards the large room that served as a working out room.
He reached the door and was just about to open it when he heard light footsteps from inside. He inched the door open and peaked through the crack. Iaz was standing in a defensive position. She was practicing a snap kick. She was quite getting it. She kept swinging of balance as she brought the kick back. It wouldn't matter if she was fighting a human but a vamp would know how to exploit it.
He watched in fascination as she shook her body out then returned to the tightly coiled position. She kicked out. Her hands left guard position and flailed. She swore loudly. The next instant she sprung forward, seized a knife and while turning flung it. It hit the wood just beside Kings head.
"Fuck," He breathed out. He almost shit himself but he couldn't escape the admiration interlaced within the obesity.
"I don't like being watched when I train," She snapped.
"Iaz, darling can't we talk about this. I don't like our communication issues."
"You're going to have an issue with my fist if you don't leave," She retorted facing away from him and grabbing a drink bottle and squirting water into her mouth.
"Or maybe you could try and snap kick me?" King deliberately taunted.
Iaz's shoulders tensed and she spat out the water. Her head turned painfully slow. Her mouth was a sharp line and her eyes flashed.
"Look don't take it the wrong way," King held his hands up in a peace offering, "but you are really shit at it."
"Oh don't worry I didn't take it the wrong way," Iaz assured him at the same time she grabbed a second knife and advanced on him. King took a side stance and glared at her.
"Back or I will snap kick you," King proclaimed. Iaz looked at him disbelieving.
"You really don't make a situation better do you?'
King shrugged, "Not my strong point."
Iaz sighed and chucked the knife back, "ok Yoda make it better."
King smiled. Iaz might be one pissed off chic but she knew when she was doing something wrong. King moved around and put his hands on her body, moving her back into the position of the snap kick. His hand brushed her thigh. He expected two reactions. A shudder or a…
"Keep your hands to your fucking self!" Iaz slapped his hand away. King grinned. He couldn't resist. He loved throwing off strong women even if he didn't have an attraction to them. He ran his eyes over her body and face. She was attractive no doubt. Her blond hair was pulled back even if it wasn't the best look it was the most practical. Her green eyes were hard with concentration. She was wearing a casual shirt and trackies. Her chest wasn't that impressive. It was substantial but nothing like Abby's.
She knew he was looking her over and it pissed her off. Iaz narrowed her eyes when his gaze fell on her chest then dismissed it. It's called a sports bra; she wanted to scream at him. Males! She knew he wasn't interested but it was a trick to throw her off.
"Kick?" She said loudly to see it he had descended completely into male shallowness or if he was still going to fight.
"Turn your heel out when you kick then rotate it back when you bring your leg in," He said simply.
"That it or should I feel the force?"
"Just try it," King said becoming seriously. Iaz sighed and did as she was told. She moved the back of her foot with her leg and brought it straight back. She didn't waver on her feet. She looked surprised. She tried a few more times just to make sure. King had crossed his arms and leant against a wall with a smug look on his face. Iaz noticed.
"Well captain stupidity is good for something."
King shrugged and moved to examine the few knifes the death twins owned.
"Where did you learn to fight?" He asked conversationally.
"What do you mean?" Iaz was confused.
"Who taught you martial arts and weapon attack?" There was silence and King looked over to find Iaz blushing. Oh god. It was a boyfriend and now he'd have to hear the sappy story.
"Jackie Chan," Iaz replied suddenly.
"Pardon?" It was king's turn to be confused, "Jackie Chan taught you?"
"And Jet Li," She named another famous martial artist.
"You know Jet Li and Jackie Chan?" King asked.
"No," Iaz said slowly.
"But you just said they taught you," King was properly bedazzled now.
Iaz hesitated before speaking again, "I watched all their movies."
"You mean to say you have had no proper training?"
Iaz nodded.
She was a self-taught fighter. King couldn't believe it. She was a first rate fighter and she'd only watched kung fu movies? Life wasn't fair.
"Fight me," King demanded suddenly.
"No," Iaz retorted quickly.
"What are you afraid of?"
"Paying the bills after you're hospitalized."
"Ha ha," King responded dryly, "no I'm serious!"
"Why?"
"Practice!'
"Fine! You persistent parasite. I cannot believe how exasperating, bothersome and maddening you are."
King stared at her after the long stream of words he didn't really understand. Iaz noticed his gaping expression.
"Was going to University," She explained. King just nodded. He spotted a CD player in the corner. He strolled over and pushed the power button. Then pressed play. A loud rock tune filled the room.
"Dark tranquility," Iaz named the band. He nodded. Not his style but not bad. He moved back towards Iaz who stared at him before lashing out her fist and catching under the chin. King reeled in shock inside but on the outside he launched a kick at the same time her fist was with drawing. His kick caught her on the side.
Lucky blow he knew. The first few attacks hit through. He knew it was just to discover the fighting style. Nothing serious. It was Iaz who gained a quicker understanding of his fighting techniques. She recognised him as a heavy hitter and began using her agility and tech moves. He tried a punch; she ducked under it and kicked his legs out. He went down but he caught the collar of her shirt and brought her down too. He kicked her over his head. He used the momentum to roll over and stand.
Iaz had broken her fall and stood up. They both were on similar ground in the fact that they hadn't been properly trained. Abby had trained King but it wasn't the same. Iaz and King were both street fighters. Dirty fighters as King soon discovered. Iaz had picked up a chair in the room and swung it into his back. King went down and Iaz pounced on top of his back.
King rolled so for a brief second he was on top. He didn't get time to establish a hold down before crafty fingers stabbed into a pressure point under his chin. He lost his grip and Iaz moved on top and she got a quick hold down. Her knees effectively pinning him down. She used naturally painfully spots in his body to keep him down while he would have used strength.
"I win." Iaz proclaimed once he had ceased struggling. King glared at her. He didn't think he'd get beaten so easily. And the worst thing… she had been going easy on him. Iaz suddenly leant down so she was an inch from his face. There was a pause and she wrinkled her nose.
"Showers are down the hall. Trust me you need it."
With that she got off him and with out another look spared for him she grabbed her drink, her towel and strode out of the room. King watched her go and wondered how many times he would be left lying on the floor watching her leave before he got the upper hand or even equal standing.
AN: I feel like I'm getting the hang of this! Yay! Please review!
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