Yin, or Yang? (Cain/Open)

259?

Cain stopped in his tracks as he paced across the courtyard, his head turned to the right as to where Spike was, his eyes squinting as he focused on the three numbers. #259? What was that about? Was he from another school, coming here to visit? The School Captain stood there for a moment, staring at his direction. He was one curious person too. Was that... Armor he wore under the jacket? Cain was wearing a black T-shirt, and a pair of blue denim jeans, followed by a pair of black Converse sneakers with white toes.

And as intriguing as the man was, there was something that indeed catch Cain's attention, in a bad way. The man had pulled out a cigarette and light it up. Smoking on campus, huh? Cain's eyebrows furrowed. Well, that was not allowed now, was it? Cain would have normally ignored it, but due to his status, it was required for him to actually watch for such actions. He sighed, reaching into his front pants pocket as he pulled out a pair of gloves from then, before putting them on as he started to make his way towards Spike. Yup, it was time to play his role as a School Captain.

As he reached the male, he would make his presence known then by calling out to him.

"Hey, excuse me? I'm not sure if you know this already, but smoking is not allowed on campus."

"Ah."

Cain furrowed his eyebrows. Was this guy mocking him? At that, Cain allowed himself a better analysation of the man. He wore armor, and thick ones, at that. A true fighter, huh? It was rare to see those here. Hell, he was not sure if it was even normal to wear armor to school, but considering the state of how schools were now, Cain himself was not surprised. It was still unlikely, though. The guy then proceeded to put the cigarette down on the floor, extinguishing the flame with the soles of his boot, before standing up, challenging Cain with his height.

"Nothing personal, but I'm going to have to fight you now. Unless you wanna answer needless questions."

Cain looked at him, before letting out a grin. Whoever this man was, he sure was speaking his language. Cain shifted his right foot back, his right fist clenching as it hung by his right side. His left eyes would once more scan this guy through, then noticing the jacket that he was wearing. That jacket... It looked a lot like's #774's Student Body's jacket. Was he the Student Body President of #259? From what Cain had heard from Kevala, people from there were sick fighters. Cain's grin widened.

So, the School President of #774 and the Student Body President of #259, huh? Well, this was going to be interesting. But of course, a fighter's honor was still in place here, something which both of them were truly aware of. For as far as Cain knew, this was a spar.

"... Cain. Cain Aurelius. School President of #774."

The stance he took. Cain furrowed his eyebrows. It was unfamiliar to him. An original fighting style? Cain stayed there for a brief moment, before letting out a grin. One of Cain's biggest advantage, that is, having an original and thus unpredictable fighting style, was going to become his biggest disadvantage here too. Cain could no longer predict his opponent's moves, for now, it was a matter of keeping his senses alert.

"Allow me to introduce myself."

And the man shot off, demonstrating speed superior to most of the people Cain had fought against. The Junior started to bounce on the balls of his feet, getting ready to move away. And soon enough, the strike came in, at the form of a left fist coming around to catch Cain's right cheek. However, it would bend in suddenly, the elbow being the one to move instead. Cain registered the attack and moved quickly, using the bounce of his leg to move to his right, allowing the elbow to bypass him, barely brushing his left ear as he moved to Spike's left.

With the twist that he had allowed himself to have in his leap, Cain would be turning to his left so that he faced Spike completely, his right hand stretched out, aiming to send a low jab to Spike's lower ribs as his left arm reached forward, his fore arm pressing against the outside of Spike's left arm, keeping it there so that if he ever thought of swiping his arm towards Cain, he would know and allow himself to be pushed away by the swipe instead.

It was also there to make sure that the arm would not go down to block the jab.

Had it not been for the hard studs, the sturdy leather and the soft cloth underside layer of the School Captain gloves, Cain would have felt the hardness of the armor head-on. He knew now just how hard it was, from the sound the studs produced upon contact with the armor. Ugh, he forgot about that. He was going to have to target the spots without the armor if he wanted to make a big enough impact on his opponent's body. Cain was about to pull away when he felt a hard grip on his right wrist. That was not good.

Cain felt himself then being pulled in. He kept his left arm firm, acting as a shield as he lowered his head to avoid it being removed by the flailing limb, his left forearm simply sliding off Spike's. However, he was unable to do anything then about the knee, as it found home, hitting him right at his lower abdomen. A grunt escaped his lips as the already lowered Cain doubled over Spike's right leg.

The Sabre Fist. One of the principles that if you were going to get hit, make sure you hit the opponent too right immediately. And that was what Cain was going to do. His right arm was already outstretched under Spike's right grip. And that meant that it was over Spike's raised leg. Time to counter. Without warning, Cain would snap his right elbow downwards, smashing it onto the top of Spike's thigh.

His left hand would snap in too, the studs of his gloves finding the soft spot right under Spike's left knee cap. It would hurt, but it was not going to do permanent damage. The thing about Cain's strikes were that even though they were weak, they were always well-placed. Another principle of the Sabre Fists. A well-placed poke can hurt more than a wildly thrown hook.

And Cain was able to execute his counter efficiently enough to get the man down onto his knees, having struck both legs on sensitive spots, allowing Cain to recover from the knee strike before momentarily. Of course, he knew how dangerous it was to stay in his opponent's range for too long. Cain was a speed-based fighter who loved to use his footwork to get the better of his opponents. Being so close to his opponent only served to restrict the movements possible for him to make. However, before he could escape...

"Power Pole extend!"

Wait, what? Power pole? What the hell was that? And then, he saw it, a weapon strapped onto the back of the armored male, with one end pointing towards his chest. Not good. Not good. Not goo- Oof. Cain's ribs would feel the tip of the weapon without much restriction save the flexing of his chest muscles as he attempted to harden them to prevent damage to his ribs. Being caught off-guard, Spike succeeded and sending Cain soaring backwards, his hands reaching for his chest as he landed on his upper back, as the agile School Captain rolled on his shoulder, using his legs to pull his body up and backwards.

He massaged the bruise that had formed on his chest, a soft grit of his teeth making way for a growl as he slowly got back up on his feet. Well, that was real resourceful of the guy. His eyes followed the pole as it was thrown aside. He really was one armed fighter, set for the life of America's high school, albeit a tad bit too exaggerated.

Well, it was time to continue then, taking a deep breathe, but letting out a soft hiss as he felt the bruise on his chest jab at him, he got into stance once more, though this time more focused as he slid his right leg a shoulder width back and half a shoulder width out, his knees bent as he hopped lightly on the balls of his feet, his left arm raised and placed parallel to the ground, beside his lower ribs, his right arm placed across his chest, both fists placed in perpendicular alignment to the ground. He would lean his left shoulder forward towards Spike.

"Time for round two."

Cain had no objection. Even though it was he was supposed to be instilling discipline here, he was enjoying himself too. Whoever this guy was, he was one hell of a fighter, and he was really bringing the challenge to Cain. To say the least, the Captain was enjoying himself. His eyes would focus on Spike then, as the male shot forward at him, a left elbow aiming forward. An upper body strike, huh? Cain brought his arms closer to his chest, knowing that it was one of the most efficient places to strike at.

And then, Spike would twist his body towards his left, a right hand shooting forward. Cain's eyes widened as he desperately threw his left arm upwards, taking the force of the palm. However, Spike was knowingly stronger than Cain was and he found his arm being pushed onto the side of his head, his neck straining as it dragged his body down, his knees bending as he attempted to stand his ground. Spike could only push so much, however, and Cain would then use the momentum he had stored up in his knees to push himself forward, his left hand jerking upwards to move Spike's right out of the way as he sent his own right jab towards Spike's face, aiming to drive the studs of his gloves into the flesh of his cheek.

Cain was so focused in getting his punch through that he did not register the coming elbow to his head fast enough. Despite that being a bad thing, it also served to Cain's advantage in that his fist would go forward unhindered, if not faster than before. And he would find home, his studs denting into the flesh of his cheeks. Cain would grin in festivity for a moment, but it would soon get wiped off as Spike's elbow found his head. Cain felt his head rattle as his body went numb for the moment, as if his brain was knocked out of its control seat. Of course, it would be temporary, as Cain regained his composure and staggered backwards, his eyes closed as he attempted to regain his balance.

However, just as he did, and as he opened his eyes, Leon was already on him, two palm strikes finding his chest. The School Captain would soar backwards, landing on his upper back. The momentum pushed on, as Cain was made to roll backwards once, before finally stopping as he laid on his back, his arms already over his chest as he coughed out a mixture of blood and saliva to the side, the former having come up under the force of the palm strike. That was painful.

Once more, the man had succeeded in throwing him back. Whoever he was, in terms of skill, he was definitely better. Even with Cain's superior speed, Cain knew that he was out-matched here. This was a losing fight, he could tell. However, that did not mean that he was out. Cain would slowly get up, his left arm still over his chest as he took heavy breathes, trying to refill his lungs with oxygen. He gave Spike a grin.

He was not out yet.

Cain would push himself forward into a quick sprint, the soles of his sneakers throwing grass and dirt back as he scaled the distance between them in mere seconds, the Junior taking into the air at the last few moments, allowing his running momentum to pull him forward fast enough as he proceeded to throw a right roundhouse kick at Spike's face. If it missed, Cain would use the turning momentum of the right roundhouse kick to execute a left back kick just as he turned around. The back kick, after all, was said to be the most strongest kick, as described by Tae Kwon Do masters.