Fresh Meat?

[Cain]

OOC: Gwyn.

"Hey, look, guys! It's fresh meat!"

The baseball court. Although no games were being played, it was still a great place to hang out. The place was large, carpeted with grass. There were stands for people to sit at, whether or not a game was being played. And most importantly, it was under the sun. Cain was simply sitting there, clad in a white buttoned dress shirt and a pair of blue denim jeans. Sitting at the third highest stand, he was resting his elbows on the seat behind him, leaning back against it as he glanced upwards at the clear blue sky, completely at peace as he thought back on the week since he had come here to San Francisco.

Well, not exactly completely.

Cain turned his head casually, glancing over at a group of five boys who were making their way towards him. He frowned slightly. Fresh meat? Cain hated that term, especially when it was used on him. True, he was new here in 42, but he was no fresh meat, at least not to the battlefield. Cain pushed himself off the standing he was leaning on, resting his elbows then on his knees as the five boys grinned towards him, looking ever so menacing. Talk about self-deceiving.

Cain stood up on his feet, standing high above the five boys as they moved to the lowest stand, all of them glancing towards him, spreading out quite evenly, as if expecting him to run away. However, the ex-552 School Captain stood firm, his hazel eyes which shone orange under the sun's light fixating upon the one that had spoken.

"Yes, what do you want?"
"You see, kid, we're the welcoming committee around here. And it is our job to make sure that fresh meat like you gets the proper welcome to our great school, if you get what I mean."

That confident grin once more. Cain simply grunted in reply, unable to help but feel offended by the labeling. Well, guess there was no other way to take this, huh? Cain shifted his right foot back for a moment, lowering himself, alerting the five 'welcoming committee' members. However, despite that, they were caught completely off-guard as the sapphire-haired fighter dived downwards, both of his legs stretching forward.

Like a spear, Cain found the chest of the man nearest to him, riding him down to the ground as he landed above him, forcing a loud grunt from him upon impact before he rolled off the larger male. He stayed on the ground, however, his arms over his damaged chest as he rolled over.

Cain straightened himself, turning to face the remaining four students, who all wore the same expression. An expression that consisted of both shock and anger.

"... Sorry. I slipped."

[Gwendolyn James]

Gwyn had been sitting at the top of the bleachers, legs up and crossed across the top bleacher wit her back resting against the metal guard that kept people from falling to their death what a shame. She had been painting her nails candy apple red to match her bright lipstick when a disturbance down at the bottom jarred the bleachers, causing her to shake and paint her finger instead. Aqua hues narrowed and she glanced down to where a bunch of 42ers were picking on a new student.

Normally she didn't care about the stupid native vs transfer politics of the school, but they had just made it personal.

She closed her nail polish and put it in her pocket, stepping down the bleachers to where the blue haired boy jumped onto one of the bullies, driving him into the ground. The rest of them glared at the transfer boy, none of them paying attention to the livid girl approaching them.

She leapt from the bleachers, throwing her foot into the nearest ones face and knocking him to the ground, landing on the ground herself and scowling.

"You ruined my manicure."

[Cain]

"Why, you smart ass! You're going to pay for th-"

The man stopped, however as a girl moved towards him. Every single one of them stared at her, unsure of what exactly was happening here. Even Cain. The blue-haired junior let out a grunt, wondering if she was part of them too. If that was so, then Cain might have a problem here. He did not like hitting girls. However, what happened next was something that surprised every single one of them as the leader of the pack was suddenly kicked in the face by the girl, sending him down to the ground, beside the one that Cain had defeated. Oh, so she was on his side, huh? Why, though?

"You ruined my manicure."

Ah, girls. Cain let out a soft grin, glancing towards the girl for a moment, who had landed somewhere to his left, before turning back to the remaining three. Were they going to be smart enough now to walk away, or were they just going to attack and avenge their two fallen comrade?

"Why, you little bitch!"

The three men charged towards her, annoying Cain quite a bit now. The blue-haired junior felt as if he had simply been pushed aside as they found a new prey. However, they would find their charge interrupted as Cain flickered himself in between them. The blue-haired junior leapt forward, intercepting the center one as Cain threw a right fist towards him.

The fist was blocked however, the center male reflexively countering with a right hook. However, Cain was faster as he ducked under that punch, spinning on his right heel then. He threw his right elbow right under the man's armpit, hitting the lower ribs specifically. The man grunted, feeling a large surge of pain spread throughout his body. That was going to hurt. Without wasting any mire time, Cain continued his intercept as he managed to catch up with the remaining pair, grabbing onto the right one's shirt, leaving the male at the left for the girl to handle.