Boring....(open)

The carpark of #774. Always an eventful place, full of cocky young rich teenagers who showed off their wealth using their wheels, attempting to draw in the gold-diggers, who were often known to be naught but sexy dumb chicks. Of course, with so much pride on the line, fights often occurred here too, and with that in mind, this was the place that Cain chose to spend his evening at. And the School Captain did not have to wait long before one of those tussles actually occurred. A grin came upon the Captain's face as he pushed himself off the bench that he sat upon.

Adjusting the leather jacket that he wore and putting on the studded gloves known to be worn by the School Captains of #774, he slowly made his way to the center of the tussle, the crowd of spectators giving way for him. And as he reached the two students, he would simply push one away, bring down the other with a heavy punch to the solar plexus, before proceeding to take care of the former by tossing him away after grabbing a thrown punch.

The crowd would give way for the airborne student, as the man soon landed on the asphalt ground in front of Verrat. That had ended so quickly, it wasn't even funny. Cain sighed, looking at the latter as he stayed on the ground, doubling over and clutching at his torso, where the studs of his gloves had left a mark on. He turned back towards Verrat, then noticing that he was smoking. Sigh. Another troublemaker.

The School Captain started to make his way towards them, adjusting his leather jacket and brushing dust off his white T-shirt as he neared the topless male.

"You know, smoking on school grounds is prohibited. I'm giving you three seconds to extinguish that cigarette, or I'll stuff it down your throat."

And the School Captain merely grinned.

"Is that better for you? Wouldn't want to do anything that upsets you."

Was this guy actually taunting him? Cain could not help but smirk, wondering if his ego and confidence in his skill was as big as his skill in combat itself. Had Cain not been restricted by the rules of his title, he'd have taunted the man back, but there was no need for him to find trouble with Mr. Durand... At least, not yet. However, fate, it seemed had other ways of playing shit out, as the man that Cain had thrown would get up, glancing towards the School Captain with fury. And as many other brutes would, he would charge at the School Captain with a raised right fist. Cain already noticed it before it was coming. His attack was way too two-dimensional.

Cain would slide his left foot forward, before pushing off his right toes, sending his body spinning in a clock-wise direction, his right leg lifting up to his waist level as he sent a reverse roundhouse kick to the man's exposed waist, throwing him off his feet. However, it seemed that Cain had overestimated the man's speed, for the angle of which his kick had come in was a little off than what Cain had thought it to be. The man would soar towards a direction that probably spelled trouble for Cain.

The man would soar past Verrat's car, his back finding the car's side mirror and snapping it off. Cain's eyes widened as he looked at the damage upon the car. Now, that was not delibrate.

"... Oh shit... Uhm, oops?"

"You fooking bitch. What the hell is your problem? I did what you f***ing asked and you break my car mirror."

... Fooking? Cain raised an eyebrow. Did this guy just censor himself? Fooking? Wow. Cain could not help but chuckle, just as the male got off his car and started to approach Cain. Ah, well, might as well, right? Besides, Cain didn't feel that satisfied just yet. He needed more thrill. He needed more adrenaline. The day was still young too. However, instead of a fist, it was more like words that were being thrown at him, a small smirk coming onto Cain's face. Well, that was interesting.

Well, that was... Unusual. A lot of words were thrown; accusations, claims, taunts, insults, and yet, he told Cain to forget about all that and put up the question which, apparently, was the main intention of talking to him here. Well, let's start. Yeah, that would be quite stupid, but it seemed like the most logical reaction to most people here in #774. Then again, here in this school, logic is kinda overrated.

And not allowed to throw a punch? Well, of course not. It was against the rules anyway. But who gave a shit about that. Cain could always taunt his way to a strike. And then, he started to question about the pillars, drawing a grin from Cain. It seems that this guy was better-informed than he looked. However...

"And if I don't?"

And that smirk would widen.

"This is what was supposed to be avoided.

Why, of course. What else was that supposed to mean? Cain could already tell that the boy was going to strike from when he said those words, and having just brought down two other troublemakers, it would not be hard for Cain to get his body moving once more. Besides, those brass knuckles that he wore looked menacing enough to be used. With those in mind, it would be no surprise that Cain was already ready for the punch before it came in.

The right fist came in, and Cain made his move. He would execute a sidestep towards his left, letting Verrat's fist fly past in front of him as he moved to the fist's outer side. His right hand would place itself atop Verrat's fist as he held onto it for a moment, before letting his left hand snap down as a chop onto Verrat's elbow, which would then cause a sharp numbing sensation to spread throughout his arm. It would also cause the fold of his elbow to change direction, allowing Cain to do something he had never tried before. With his hand still on Verrat's fist and his left hand now grabbing his lower forearm, he would drive the man's own brass knuckles right back into his face.

And Cain would feel the uncomfortable pressure upon his tricep as Verrat sneaked his arm in and under Cain's left arm. Oh? Looks like this guy was better than the other thugs here. Cain grinned in excitement. That was good. At least Cain was not going to get bored yet. Plus, with those brass knuckles, Cain knew that he was in for a challenge. Of course, not having seen the power of the brass knuckles, he was still unsure of its capabilities. He would then get thrown over Verrat's shoulder, his bottom finding the ground, though Cain kept his focus on Verrat, knowing that there would be a follow-up attack.

Cain was smaller and lighter than Verrat, and he was definitely going to use that to his advantage.

As Verrat's right fist came down, Cain would slap his right hand across once more, finding Verrat's wrist and grabbing it as he proceeded to redirect the boy's punch to the ground to the right of Cain's shoulder. As he did, he would twist both arms so that he grabbed Verrat's wrists too. Then, Verrat's fist found the floor. And before Cain knew it, his right ear felt a hard pressure upon it. His eyes widened. What the hell was that deafening sound? Ah, he could find out later. For now, it was time to counter. He pulled his knees to his chest, his bottom lifting on the ground as he laid only on his upper back. Then, making use of his agility, he would snap both feet upwards, his hands pulling him upwards with his grip on Verrat's wrists, thus forcing it downwards at the same time, his whole body lifting up from the ground.

Verrat's arms were held downwards by Cain's weight, thus leaving his upper body quite open. Plus, dodging would be hard, considering he would only be bringing Cain along with him. And Cain would aim both of his heels at the general direction of Verrat's head. Whether it was his face or his chin that would take the damage, it was up to him.

Upon impact, Cain would let go then, and to add even more damage, he would also leap off his footing on Verrat's head, before rolling across the ground and onto a knee. And now, he could focus on the sound from earlier as he looked at the ground. Cracks on the asphalt road? What was that, some kind of blown pressure, like a sonic boom? He glanced over at the brass knuckles. Could they be the cause for such? Cain let out a soft chuckle. This was so not going to be easy.

Well, Verrat was apparently not going to follow-up on Cain's retreat, huh? Cain let out a soft scoff, before getting up on his feet, relaxing himself a bit as he lowered his arms, his opponent not showing any signs of charging forward at him. Cain's emerald hues moved towards the cracks on the tar on the road then, letting his eyebrows furrow. It almost seems like something exploded on it, but considering that there had no flames earlier, Cain could only figure that it was caused by a large pressure similar to an explosion. However, what the man had used to create such pressure, be it his body or that unusual brass knuckles, Cain was still not sure. Well, Cain would still have to experiment with this guy then.

Verrat started to move towards a nearby tree, held firm by a pole planted by the gardeners of the school. A weapon? Seems like it. Well, Cain was having two disadvantages now, then. That blasting attacks of his, and a wooden pole as a weapon. As less-threatening as the latter was, Cain knew that it could be just as equally painful. Especially if he somehow found a way to add both together. What should Cain do now? Verrat stood there then, as if waiting for Cain to charge.

The School Captain grinned. Well, if that was what he wanted, he might as well grant his wishes, eh? Cain slid his right foot back, leaning forward then as he flickered forward towards Verrat. And as soon as he was in distance, however, Cain would suddenly jerk to a stop, pressing down on both legs as he leaned back hard, stopping just in range away from Verrat's extended reach with that pole, hoping that the man would fall for the trick.

And apparently, Verrat was able to read Cain's strategy, getting a scoff from the Captain as he watched the man throw the pole at him in a very unusual way. However, Cain was a lot sharper than Verrat thought him to be. It was from this simple movement that Cain could deduce what the attacks were. Sudden bursts of air pressure, or better known as sonic booms. And it seems that those brass knuckles were the one allowing him to execute the ability. In other words, Cain certainly did not want to get punched by this guy. Well, first thing's first. Those wood splinters.

Cain had his arms raised as he leapt back, using the reverse momentum from his run to allow the movement. The splinters would rain upon him. Hell, some of them even went into his forearms, drawing blood from the Junior as he peeked through the space in between his arms, catching Verrat charging towards him. Alright, time for payback. Cain would push down on both hands, stopping his retreat completely as he leaned, aiming to meet Verrat head on.

He was fine as long as he avoided the fists of this man. And Cain was about to get a little risky here. As Verrat's right fist came, Cain would slap his left arm upwards, finding the bottom of Verrat's wrist just before the fist found his face. He would push the arm upwards, barely passing his shoulders as he would proceed to drive the studs of his gloves into the underside of Verrat's elbow.

Oh, and did I mention that Cain had splinters sticking out of his left arm? Yeah, well... He did.

He would then slide through from under Verrat's right arm, pushing himself away from his opponent, knowing that he would have to keep moving in order to not get caught by the guy. He let out a grunt, his forearms stinging as blood seeped through the wounds caused by the splinters.

Gah.