On The Court [Cain]

Yo, what's going on here?

Those brown hues would slide from the obviously pissed off basketball team, toward the male that had just arrived, and spoke out. Kale would keep them upon him for the moment. Maybe he was really going to have to get use to this place. In Detroit most people knew better then to interrupt others in an argument. Especially when there was always the chance that someone could be packing heat and pull it out to let some lead fly. San Diego seemed a bit different though. People seemed a lot more willing to speak when it was none of their business.

"Not much. I was trying to show these tools how to shoot a basketball.."

The large male wouldn't smirk or chuckle. His facial expression wouldn't change at all from the serious look he had on his face. In all honesty, Kale didn't give a crap about whether he was interrupting their practice at all. He was always the kind of guy who did what he wanted, whenever he wanted to do it. He wouldn't move from his position, instead those beefy arms of his would lift and fold at his midsection as his ears would pick up more muttering from the basketball team.

"It's none of your business anyways.. Scram."

Maybe the brown haired male would get the message and take off. Or maybe something else would happen. Kale wasn't one to let anyone intimidate or tell him what to do either. His right hand would unfold slightly and lift to rub at his nose. These situations were hard to deal with right now, every inch of his being was screaming at him to punch the spokesperson for the basketball team in the face. And as for the male who had recently approached, Kale would do the same if it came to it.

And if I don't?

Kale would stare toward him for a moment and then a small smirk would finally break out on his face. He would give a single small 'hah' before his jaw would harden once again. At least this male didn't seem like he was easily intimidate either. Kale wasn't so stupid as to simply think he would win a fight just because he was bigger. A bigger frame did have it's advantages, but it also had plenty of disadvantages as well.

"If you don't.. I might have to rough up that 'pretty boy' face of yours."

He didn't expect the male to back down though. Something told him that he was far more brave then the rest of the chicken shit students he had run ins with so far. It was entirely possible that Kale was biting off more then he could chew. But he wouldn't know for sure until shit hit the fan and by then Kale would probably be having too much fun to back out. Backing out wasn't his style anyways. Physical confrontation had always been enjoyable for him. In this world it was the survival of the strongest. And Kale knew how to survive.

"It's your call, 'big' man."

Kale would keep his eyes upon the male before him. It seemed that his words were enough to trigger a reaction on his part, though it came in the form of a grin. He couldn't help but think the male obviously had faith in his abilities as a fighter. Maybe coming into this gym was the best thing he had done in recent days, because he had a feeling he was going to get the exercise that he had wished for. Most people would probably look for some greater sign of warning when someone was to fight, but Kale looked for the small things. Such as the male's leg movements. It gave him away in the sense that this junior knew that Cain was preparing himself to move and attack.

It wouldn't give him an idea of in which way he planned to attack, but it was enough to ready himself for the onslaught. Kale's body would have hunched forward slightly, as those arms of his would fold into something of a loose boxing stance, with open hands, as his right leg would slide backwards a little bit. The male obviously wanted to flex his muscle, and Kale was going to have to try and put him down with his own. And as Cain made his move, Kale quickly realized he definitely had a speed disadvantage. But that wasn't really all that new to him. After all, he was a big guy and speed had never really been one of his best physical traits.

Cain had approached quickly, and this junior wouldn't have all that much time to try anything too fancy. Instead, he decided that he wouldn't even bother to try and dodge the blow. He wanted to feel how strong the male was, and in turn it would give him the possibility of a counter. The School Captain would reach him, and attack in the form of a low round-house kick against his left left. The kick would land with an audible clap, but the pain he felt from the blow wasn't too bad at all. Kale would grit his teeth, and react quickly.

Kale knew the distance between them wasn't much at all. And while the other male was faster, that didn't necessarily mean that he was going to have a hard time hitting him if he played his cards right. Due to the fact that he was slightly hunched over, his head was closer to his opponent which would only help to improve his chances. A hard push with his right foot, and Kale would snap his head forward, that thick forehead of his was intended to slam into Cain's face. While there wasn't a big wind-up his his head-to-head attack, it surely wouldn't feel good regardless.

Kale's head connected with Cain's, but not in the way he originally intended. He would have loved to have busted open the kid's nose, but it seemed that fate wouldn't have it that way. While his head would suffer a bit of the damage from the impact as well, that didn't mean that he couldn't stand it. His own vision would blur slightly, but this would once again give him an opportunity to strike.

Kale's arms had been folded into a light boxing stance in front of his body. And due to the fact that he was bent over a bit more from sending his head to collide with the other males, he figured he could attempt to land another blow while he was still close enough to do it. The junior wasn't completely focused upon Cain's movements at the moment, instead he saw the perfect location to strike.

Cain had dropped his chin to avoid getting his nose severely damaged. And this had opened up the perfect opportunity to see just how good the kid's 'chin' was. 'Chin' was often used in boxing terminology to determine just how well someone could soak up a strong blow. The stronger the chin, the more damage they could take before lights out. His upper-body would give a sudden jerk backwards, and his right fist would lift hard and fast from it's lowered position, aimed to slam into Cain's open chin.

Of course, he had failed to pay attention to his opponent's retaliation to his headbutt. Luckily for Kale he had pulled his head back slightly to perform his uppercut, while it wouldn't cause him to completely avoid the strike by accident, it would prevent it from being nearly as solid. The metal studs of those gloves would collide with Kale's right cheek as his head moved backwards. The pain would be a bit more piercing then the previous kick but Kale knew it was because of the studs. His cheek would immediately take on a dark red hue, more then likely he'd have an ugly bruise because of that shit.

But Kale being the relentless type he was, had no intentions of crying and hesitating because he got punched in the face. He had high hopes for that little surprise uppercut of his, but regardless of whether or not he felt his knuckles collide with the kid's face, he would attempt to follow up by twisting his torso clock-wise and snap that left arm of his foreward. Once again that distance between them was slim to none, and that left hook of his would aim to slam a mean body hook into Cain's right side.

Kale's knuckles connected with Cain's chin, and for an instant he almost wanted to squeal out in joy. But just as Cain's small victory moments ago had been short-lived, Kale's own would be as well. The hook wouldn't connected as he had wished, instead being deflected by Cain's elbow. He had to give it to the kid, he was pretty good. Whomever he was, he knew how to defend himself quite well. He couldn't help but wonder if there were other people in this school on his level, or if he was just a single, shining star.

Unfortunately he shouldn't have been allowing his brain to go off-topic here, even though he doubted he would have had much of a choice at this moment anyways. Kale would soon be getting intimate with Cain's elbow, and it wouldn't feel too great at all. That said elbow would connect damn near the center of Kale's collarbone, litterally an inch or even less from his throat. He wouldn't be able to stop a grunt from escaping his lips, as the pain shot through his upper-torso.

Kale's right leg would instinctively slide backwards to catch himself from dropping on his ass or stumbling backwards like a fool. His arms would fold and return in front of his neck, and those dark brown eyes would widen a bit. Though this was part of his brief little plan here, as if he was attempting to act as if he had been hurt more then he actually was. Yes, the elbow hurt him. But he was trying to make it seem like it was worse then it really was.

Kale had an idea, and it would be acted on relatively quickly. While the distance between their bodies had grown a little bit, he would still be in striking range with all his limbs. But the limb he planned to use was the one that had saved him from falling. That right leg would suddenly shoot forward as he put his weight on his left. That said knee would have a bit more put into it, due to that fact that it was already pulled back. Kale planned to try and bury that said knee deep into Cain's stomach.

The good thing about this was that he had long legs, so if his skilled opponent tried to jump backwards to get away, he could turn that knee into a steel-toed kick instead.

So, like, as much as we would love to continue, there's actually no reason for us to be uncivilized, eh? My name's Cain.

Kale's left hand would rub briefly at his collarbone where Cain's elbow had landed, before they would once again take up that loose boxing stance. He didn't know whether this dude was just trying to catch his breath and recover or if he was being serious. But Kale had to admit that he was surprised by the fact that he could fight so well and take quite the punch. Even though he was usually quite the dickhead to most people, he had to give this guy props. For once he'd introduce himself in a somewhat civil manner before he resumed trying to punch his face in.

"Kale.. Heh. Half expected you to have some kind of girl-ish name.. Don't ask me why.."

That was all the time this junior planned to give though. Kale would begin to move, and it would only take a couple large steps with those long legs to reach the other male. that was one of the useful things of being so large, while you tended to be slower you also tended to be able to travel a greater distance with each step. His last step would be his left, and his left arm would be used to attack once again.

This time Kale planned on something simple. He knew he'd have to be careful because of Cain's superior speed, so simple was probably the best chance he'd have when it was he who was assaulting. He would aim to give a straight forward left jab, with his right still folded in front of his chest as if poised to strike. Of course, he would wait to see if his jab failed first. At least he had rather large hands, and that said large left hand was shooting for Cain's face. Regardless of whether it hit, it would help to block his vision even if it was only brief.