What a bore.

[Cain]

OOC: Stu [THE Justin]

"Ugh!"

The senior grunted as his teeth was smashed in by a gloved fist, his head jerking backwards as a trail of crimson waved upwards, trailing from his mouth. The larger male fell to the ground, his arms spread outwards and his mouth gaping open, his teeth, or what was left of it, stained red by blood. The victor stood right at his feet, right fist clenched and his hazel eyes staring down at the fallen. Around him, another junior lay on the ground, unconscious and lying on his stomach. The blue-hair of the champion waved as he took a step back, letting out a deep sigh.

Flexing his right fist, he placed his left on his waist, glancing at the senior that lay in front of him, and the junior that lay to his right. A sigh escaped his lips, his head dropping as he scratched the back of his head with his right hand. They were on the rooftop, with Cain trying to get as much peace as he could out of the secluded spot of the school, only to get disturbed by this duo. He shook his head in slight frustration as he bent down, grabbing the senior's collar and pulling him up slightly so that their faces were closer. Letting out a soft groan, he complained.

"Dammit, next time you decide to disturb my peace and threaten to beat me down, at least give me a bit of entertaining trying to do so. That was so quick and easy, and extremely boring."

He let go of the senior, straightening himself as he let out a sigh, patting his thighs as he stepped back again. He looked up at the sky then, the sun shining down on them, the only spectator of this little bout, or was it?

"What a bore..."

[THE Justin]

Stu was hanging out in the school again, something he normally would've been averse to. However, he had a few friends here, and although he was graduated, it didn't seem as though many people cared that he was here, at least none that could do anything about it.

Stu was walking when he saw a kid get drilled in the jaw. The kid fell backwards, a trail of the crimson that flowed through everyone trailing out and splattering against the ground as he smashed into it. Stu cringed slightly, noticing that the kid had taken a spectacularly devastating shot to the jaw.

Stu walked up, and poked the fallen one with his shoe. He paid little attention to the boy who had actually knocked him out, instead more fascinated with the destruction placed upon one person's face.

"Damn. What a mess."

[Cain]

And another person came into the scene, making his way towards the senior, poking him with his shoe, as if testing if he was still conscious or not. Cain simply stared at the person, quite baffled at his entrance. Where had he come from, exactly? Never mind that. Whoever it was, he did not seem to have any intention of attacking Cain, so the blue-haired junior left him alone. At that, he took a step back.

"Damn. What a mess."

Cain glanced at the senior, noticing that the red of his blood had covered his whole face now, like an unbelievably-realistic Halloween mask. He let out a soft chuckle, before shaking his head. Well, they did disturb him as he was simply sitting here, his mind wandering. They deserved it.

"Yeah, well, I didn't really bother trying to be neat about it."

Cain replied, looking up at Stu for a moment, before turning around. He had no business with the man, so he saw no reason to linger there any longer, despite the great urge in him to continue to feed his body with the adrenaline rush that were brought by none other than fights.

[THE Justin]

Stu bent down and poked him again as the boy spoke, completely not listening to him. He lifted his arm up, and watched it fall to the ground limply. The boy was unconscious, if not comatose.

"You do this? Why? You know, violence isn't the only answer, punk."

Woah what? A lecture, coming from the guy who had murdered a kid with a arcade cabinet? The guy who had shanked a man for not giving him his money? The man who has shot a store clerk when he wouldn't hand over the cash register? The man who had chopped off his friend's hand just for shits and giggles?

Damn. Twist of fate much?

[Cain]

"You do this? Why? You know, violence isn't the only answer, punk."

What? Cain turned around, looking at the older man with much amusement, his eyebrows raising. Cain chuckled for a moment, placing his right hand on his hip as he stared back at Stu. This was certainly entertaining. Was this going to turn into a fight? Cain hoped so. Those two guys on the ground had been so easy that Cain barely felt warmed-up. Could this guy be a better challenge than they were? Cain felt that way. It was his fighter's eye, so to say.

"But it's the fastest and most exciting answer."

Cain replied, giving a shrug as he raised both arms, to emphasise on his casualness of the situation. Cain had been too used to beating people up that it seemed as routine as brushing his teeth. There was no hesitation, no panic, no second thoughts. Just the excitement and the rush of battle, the strain on his muscles and mind power, the thrill of it all. That was what made fighting so much different from any other sports.

[THE Justin]

Stu took a few steps forwards, and leaned over the boy. He smirked, and spoke only a few words to him.

"Then you should be more prepared."

The sentence would come out of left field, as what was the boy to be prepared for?

Ohhhhh, that's right. The knee. That just shot upwards towards the boy's stomach.

However, right before the knee came out, to throw the boy off even more, his right arm cocked back, as though preparing a punch. His left arm moved forwards slightly to prepare to block and deflect any attack that was thrown. Stu's eyes narrowed slightly in the small span of time, readying to show thsi boy that he wasn't the strongest around here.

[Cain]

The man was taller than him, perhaps by 4 to 5 inches. That was a good head. Cain stared up at the man as he looked down on him, apparently trying to belittle him as Cain stood his ground, knowing what was to come. The only question now was, how was it going to come? A punch? A knee? A headbutt, even? Cain kept his eyes open for any sudden movements, but in case, he had a back-up plan involved.

"Then you should be more prepared."

There it was. The strike was going to come. Unable to tell what it was, instinctive reflexes took over as Cain stepped backwards, creating a safe distance between himself and the taller fighter. And the knee was finally visible, as it brushed against Cain's lower abdomen, inflicting considerably lesser damage than it was supposed to. Alright, Cain's turn. He wrapped his right arm under Stu's outstretched knee, holding it tight as he swung his own right foot around, aiming to sweep Stu's left leg aside from under him.

As if that was not painful enough, the fact that he was going to fall with his knee in such an awkward position was going to deal some damage to his waist.

[THE Justin]

Except... the boy wasn't as strong as he thought he was. Nor as fast.

Because Stu's arm was already ready, slightly, he dropped his hand downwards quickly, and snatched the leg as it came in. His hand stung slightly, but he wasn't hurt. The other hand, which had been prepped, shot outwards. Simultaneously, the hand that had caught the boy's leg pulled upwards, pulling the boy off balance.

The right hand that had shot forwards, much speedier than one would assume, and try to grab a fistful of the boy's hair, who was quite unable to move deftly due to his current leg situation. If successful, the hand would retract downwards as quickly as possible, and smash the boy's head off of the held up knee.

If missed, an attempt at the boy's shirt would hopefully yield similar results, though it would be more of a chest hit than a head hit. However, as this was all happening, Stu's right leg tried to extend, and push the boy away, should both attempts to grab him fail. Either way, Stu would hopefully come undone from his meager grasp, even if it meant losing his own.

[Cain]

And it seemed that the taller fighter was faster than Cain thought he was, as he managed to stretch down far enough to actually reach Cain's leg, pulling it up to his waist. Great, now Cain was trapped in grapple too. Alright, it was time to play smart now. Cain was going to make use of all the tricks that Sirus had taught him that time. Of course, Cain had been paying attention to the cocked arm of the other fighter and had noticed it coming in towards his face. Not if Cain could help it. He was not going to let the strike hit, or at least, not unleash the full potential of its lethality. Cain cocked his head back, intending to let his head go along with the strike to cushion the impact, only to find his shirt getting grabbed.

A grapple maneuver? Cain found himself then being dragged down to Stu's knee, his chest finding the bone. A grunt escaped his lips upon impact, the junior stunned momentarily but recovering soon enough to execute a counter attack. You see, the man's legs was shifted to the side of Cain's chest, so were he try to stretch it out, it would simply squeeze in between his right arm and his chest, under his armpit. His right hand was grasping Cain's foot, and his other hand now trapped in between Cain's body and his knee.

Cain swung his free left arm out at the center point of Stu's thigh, where one of the major arteries could be found. Cain may be weak, but he had the speed and knowledge to make up for it. He knew that no matter how hard your muscle was, the attack would still be effective as the move involved Stu's artery getting squeezed in between his muscles and his bone. And to make it even more effective, Cain had stuck his middle knuckle out to add that piercing effect. Stu would find his captured leg quite numb from then on.

Without wasting any more time, Cain would push the leg downwards, clearing it from in between them as he then proceeded to throw a right hook into his lower ribs, hoping to free his leg now.

[THE Justin]

Stu winced as that knuckle dug deep. It didn't go fully numb, but it stung like a motherfucker, mostly because Stu prepared, at the last second, and tensed his entire leg against the hit. His leg would smart, but not that badly.

Stu felt his leg drop, and then saw the other arm coming in. Stu smirked. He let go of the boy's shirt, letting him lift himself up, and probably, away from Stu. The same hand only shifted slightly to grab the right that had just been thrown.

Now its Stu's turn.

With the hand firmly in hand, he grabbed with his left arm, now free from the let go leg. With a heft, he pulled, twisting his own body, using the boy's arm as a pivot point, attempting to throw him over his shoulder, and into the ground. He flexed, his immense strength bubbling from some hidden area, tugging and hurling the boy, however not letting go.

This tactic would give his throw some extra oomph, as the boy would be flipped quickly, and strongly, into the ground directly in front of him. Stu would then drop both his knees downwards, onto where the boy's head would be, a series of events that would be hard pressed to escape, due to Stu's speed, strength, and most of all, his recklessness.

[Cain]

Cain's strike upon Stu's leg succeeded, the fist finding its mark and applying the kind of effects that Cain had intended it to apply. He continued on with his strategy, though finding that it yielded a different kind of results, as Cain found his right hook getting caught in the man's left hand as he enveloped his fingers around Cain's fist. The blue-haired junior gritted his teeth in frustration. Great. Another dog-fight session. Cain widened his footing, trying to keep himself as firmly on the ground as possible.

However, Stu's strength prevailed as Cain found himself being pulled off the ground. Knowing that he was only going to be overpowered here, Cain instead made use of his smaller size and flexible to get the better of his opponent. As he was pulled over the man's shoulder, Cain would swing his left arm out, hooking it around the back of Stu's head.

Of course, this would only help to temporarily stall Stu's throw enough for Cain to prepare his real strike. As Stu pulled him forward with his strength, Cain would snap his left knee outwards, smacking it onto the back of Stu's head. Whether or not this worked, Cain was not sure, as he would stretch his right leg outwards, bending it at the knee. He would land on his right foot first, but due to the lack of leverage, the rest of his body would follow hard, the junior getting thrown down hard into the ground despite his attempts.

Another grunt escaped his lips and he watched as Stu's knees would suddenly come dangerously close. Cain's eyes as he strained his neck, his remaining four limbs pushing to twist him in a clockwise direction, the knees landing on the ground then beside his head. Holy shit that was close.

Now was not the time to contemplate on his luck, though, as Cain would place his right hand on the ground over his head, his abs straining as he pulled his legs upwards. Considering that Stu was now kneeling down, it would be quite easy for Cain to send his right shin into the side of Stu's head.

[THE Justin]

The boy's kneed grazed Stu's head, giving him a little shock, mostly because the boy wasn't lifted high enough to really knee him, and Stu's head was tucked anyways. However, when he knee's missed, he was quite puzzled.

He stood immediately from the kneeling position, and watched as the boy attempted to kick him. Stu lifted his foot and shot it downwards, directly towards the incoming shin. His foot would connect to stop it, quite forcibly.

But that wasn't it.

Stu would push back, much harder than the boy, and attempt to smash it downwards. Since the force was more on his side to stop the strike, he had the upper hand. He pushe down with his left leg as much as possible, attempting to shatter the bone there.

Lets see how spunky he was without the use of one leg.

[Cain]

And apparently, both of Cain's counters failed as Stu stopped his kick by standing up considerably quickly for someone who was kneeling down. And considering how Stu's foot had not left Cain's shin, the junior knew that his leg was done for for the moment. However, he was not going to let Stu come out of this bout unscathed. He kicked up with his left leg, twisting his body towards his left so that he lay on his right shoulder. At that, he would swing his left arm downwards onto the ankle of the leg that Stu was standing on, right on the joint.

The strike would be such that both attacks would hit simultaneously, thus both inflicting major damage to both their lower limbs. A yelp would escape Cain's mouth as he felt his foot getting smashed into the ground. However, since it was now on its side, the muscle received most of the impact, so it was mostly a major muscle ache.

However, a muscle ache major enough to maybe put his leg out of action for the duration of the day.

[THE Justin]

The boy's fist pounded against Stu's leg, and he felt it waver, wanting to be let off of, wanting to be rested. His ankle was fairing better than the boy's, mostly due to the fact that he was just outright tougher than the boy, though, in Stu's hindsight, not that much more.

With the boy on the ground, one leg pinned, and possibly splintered from the pressure put on it, Stu stepped off with his left foot, giving it its much needed rest. He stood, all weight directly on his leg, his large foot pushing downwards. He bounced slightly, and then jumped off, the bouncing pressure as much as an attack as the stop he put on it earlier.

Stu skipped back a bit, giving distance between him and the boy. If his leg wasn't broken, it was bruised badly, Stu much stronger looking than he came off. He smiled at the boy, letting his weight be put on his left leg slowly, trying to bring it back to use.

"You had enough boyo?"

[Cain]

And as if his own attack backfiring on him, the boy simply leaned his weight on his right leg, which resulted in more pressure upon Cain's victimised shin. A yelp escaped the junior's mouth as he sat up, his hands reaching for his leg as he tried to pull Stu's leg off his. However, he would be let off soon enough as Stu hopped off his leg, causing a little bit more pain upon it. Cain gritted his teeth, trying to bear the pain as he rolled over, trying to minimise the amount of contact his injured leg made with anything else.

He glanced up at Stu, his teeth clamped tight against each other as he waited for the pain to subside to a bearable magnitude, before placing both hands on the ground, using his three remaining limbs to push himself up to a crouched position, his right leg staying as still as possible. Soon enough, after a short moment of struggle, he was back up on his feet, the male leaning completely on his left leg.

He was breathing heavily, his head lowered and his eyes covered by his fringe. His arms hung lifelessly by his side, the junior obviously fatigued by the chain of fights. And that last attack on his right foot had indeed done quite a bit of damage. As excited as Cain was about continuing this fight, he did not want to be completely put out of action.

"You had enough boyo?"

Cain looked up at Stu, before letting out a soft smirk, obviously unbothered by the fact that this guy almost snapped his leg. Taking a deep breathe to calm himself, he replied.

"I guess so. And it's Cain, not boyo."