Day and the Night (Cain/Open)

[Adam Silver]

School was a relatively routine circumstance, not at all saying Silver had become accustomed to it at all, in fact this morning he'd found himself sleeping in passed the time when he should be leaving, yes so in consequence it would so happen that he'd be missing first period. Rolling over he'd be out of breath by the time he sat in tutorial. The rest of the day became much of the same repetitive bouts. Dull overplayed actions of teachers demanding of him to keep his head up or stop rolling his eyes. Yea he'd been pushed to his metaphorical limit.

Walking through the halls this time as he'd enter the Cafeteria Silver stood in line impatiently stamping his feet. No going off campus today for food, now it was something of an impeding strive for food. Not only was the line now backed up to the door, but it would seem as though the wenches leading the line were discussing their weeks with a student at the front.

"HURRY UP!!!!" Silver lost it finally bursting out loud stamping his feet and growing red in the face like a child.

[Cain]

Sometimes, fate has the funniest and unusual way of bringing people together. Yes, on this day, fate was going to play its random chain of events to bring about probably one of the greatest rivalries #774 would ever encounter. Probably. Cain Aurelius and Adam Silver, two young men who both lived for the thrill of battle and challenge. And today, they were going to make their first bout in the most unusual manner. Truly, fate had a twisted imagination.

"HURRY UP!!!!"

You see, Cain chose to eat in the cafeteria that day, the hunger driving him to choose to eat in school instead of at home, where he could cook himself a cheaper meal that would better suit his taste. He was sitting near the entrance of the cafeteria, silently enjoying his meal of pasta and mashed potato, plus a small bottle of mango juice. That also meant that he was near the end of the queue. Or at least, close enough to hear what Adam Silver was yelling. Then again, who couldn't? Of course, it was not the yell that really annoyed Cain, no.

A girl, who just happened to have ordered her food, was walking back with her tray of food, when Adam suddenly yelled, breaking the serene silence that had filled the cafeteria. Of course, she would jump in shock. And her tray of food would follow. Her mashed potato would fly off her tray and land on a certain someone. Guess who.

"What the fuck?"

Cain would growl as slowly got up, annoyed, his right hand reaching up to wipe away the potato off his shoulder. His white polo shirt was now stained tan with the gravy, the Junior more than frustrated at the new design.

"What the hell?"
"I-I'm sorry. It's j-just that... Someone sh-shouted and..."

And Cain would turn towards Adam, his emerald eyes now glimmering crimson with rage.

Yes, I know, a random and unexpected chain of events. Fate really had its messed-up ways.

[Adam Silver]

Things would be surely ready to get all too far out of hand, Adam already furiously approaching the front would find his tracks stopped as Cain a boy he'd seen before at the assembly but not taken any serious note to. Not until now as it was sure that epic events would thusly unfold from this notch, this step along the road. His head angled downward looking back into the other boy's eyes, his current rival in the way of his much needed food. Adam Silver was hungry and food was the only thing above fighting on his mind.

"Get out of my way....boy.."

The glare would be intimidating but there was the question of was there anything behind his harsh words. Or was Adam just another prep filled with all kinds of hot air. Built atop a boiling volcano of furiously hungry tension anything could push him over the top.

"So...."

Standing before if Cain didn't react immediately Adam would push first angling his palms at the boy's shoulders and try for a rough shove but nothing fatal just intimidating. A dull tap of his heels ready for something of a fight or food.

[Cain]

"Get out of my way....boy.."

And Adam's gaze was met with an equally feral one, the enraged Junior not even having a single thought of backing down from this man. Yeah, Cain found him oddly familiar, but he was too preoccupied in imagining ways he could inflict pain upon the boy to bother trying to remember where he had seen him from. Cain had yet to fight that day, and in a way, the hunger for adrenaline was pumping him further into starting something here.

"And if I don't?"
"So..."

The man raised his hands, placing it upon Cain's shoulder. And Cain felt himself being pushed back, the Junior taking a step back to stop himself from falling backwards completely. Of course, that was all Cain needed. The Junior would flash a soft grin, before pulling his whole body forward after Adam's push, using it as some sort leverage for reverse momentum.

His right hand would snap forward, a small-arced uppercut towards Adam's solar plexus, aiming to disorient him on his standing to allow for better follow-ups, just like the left hook that would come in to the side of his head.

[Adam Silver]

The force from the first punch wasn't much as far as he could feel however it did have enough force to press Adam off guard. His right foot dropping back much like Cain's had to support his balance as he stumbled backwards in an almost clumsy fashion. The damage was more mental than anything pressing him outside of his comfort zone. No one had the balls to strike him up until this day. The hunger swelled with the sudden urge to strike back though a certain degree of composure still left in his own selfish pride trying to be "bad-ass"

Then the sudden thrust to his face, Adam was just barely quick enough to attempt an evasive movement. The movement however was cut short as Adam lunged forward in his quick attempts however Cain's movements were far superior to his own.

*Thwack*

"FFFFFUUUUUUUU!!!!" Adam started shrinking away setting a hand to his ear roughly.Yup Cain had hit him in the ear.

"You hit me in my bloody ear, whats wrong with you?" Cain would reverse the statement acting as though it were a sign of his retreat rather it was a distraction. Crouching over in certain pain, Adam would "stumble" forward in a brute forced charge aimed to tackle Cain out right to the floor. From that position He'd straddle Cain, assuming he was uninterrupted he'd fire a volley of fists towards the boy's face. A firm cackle in his lips.

[Cain]

The disorienting surprise right uppercut found its mark, pushing Adam off one of his feet and forcing him back, if just by a bit. And of course, with such a satisfying set of results, Cain would push on with his initial plan of attack. That left hook would still fly forward. However, it seemed that this boy was a little bit more experienced than the common thug that walked the hallways of #774, as he leaned away, attempting to dodge the attack. Keyword: Attempting. The attack found its target, but a little off its intended point of impact. It found Adam's ear.

Ah, hell, Cain could work with that. Besides, the ear was actually one strategic point of impact. Not only did it hurt like fuck, as Adam had demonstrated, but it also served to discombobulate the individual. After all, it was the ear that provided people with their sense of balance. Mess it up, and the world goes totally shaky to that person. It was only a matter of time, and a few more strikes, before it worked on Adam, though, considering Cain actually lacked the necessary force behind his attacks. He was a speedster, one who used momentum and drive to add power to his attacks. That punch lacked both.

The man doubled over, clutching at his ear, making Cain think that this was actually over faster than he expected. However, he was wrong, as Adam's person would suddenly drive forward, finding the center of Cain's body. Not having expected such a reaction, he was pushed down to the ground with the softest of resistance. A soft grunt would escape his lips as Adam's weight pressed down against his torso, as the other male proceeded to put himself over Cain's body.

Of course, it was of no surprise what would come next. Cain had watched too many MMA fights to not know.

The first punch found home, though slightly slowed down as Cain's forearm pushed against Adam's. The next one was blocked as Cain caught it with his right hand. Not wanting to get hit anymore than the first punch, Cain moved quickly, his left hand moving up and sending a palm strike at Ryan's upper chest, at the base of his throat. A sensitive spot, meant more to move Ryan back to the lethal part of Cain's counter.

His right knee would come up, intending to five Ryan's lower back. And if he did get pushed back, then that knee strike would be a whole lot more lethal.

[Adam Silver]

Of course being on top had its advantages, Adam always loved it on top =D?! but it also allocated for some very temperamental weaknesses, for one, unless the force of his punches were more lenient his upper torso was more vulnerable and seeing how Adam was on the full offensive he wasn't all to like minded in the sense of defense as thongs were. His first punch hit home with a certainly powerful strike but rather than the theme of this fight going as a total sway in his favor it seemed as though Cain had other objectives. Of them returning with a counter was on that list of themes.

His second strike blocked and thusly shifted momentum back in Cain's favor. Even with Cain's strikes weaker than his own, the intended target being a vulnerable point it would be deemed a critical hit as far as most game designers would see. The crucial strike forcing Adam to gag due to the impact and release from his position dropping back off of Cain's body and back in defense.

Disoriented for but a moment he'd raise his guard, his left forearm working as a makeshift shield and rising his left leg as a kick so his weight was shifted back unto his right heel balanced by a wavering hand. Much like a child fighting he'd flail in reverse shooting his left foot into a kick towards Cain's abdomen right below the ribs to his right side hopefully causing enough of a force to turn the tides.

[Cain]

Adrenaline could only delay the inevitable so much and as soon as Adam had gotten off Cain, it was then that the pain from the blow to the side of his head got to him. A soft groan escaped his lips, his left hand coming up to press the base of his palm against it, attempting to force the pain down to a bearable level. Well, that had not been any light strike. As dazed as he was then, however, Cain knew that this fight was far from over. He rolled over onto his stomach, before pushing himself onto all fours and finally, onto his feet. It was time to get this fight on.

The queue had dispersed, not wanting to get involved into this brawl here. A circular battlefield was thus made for this two warriors, as they pit their bodies against each other. As much as this fight was meant for Cain to get revenge, it was also a bit for his greed. His greed and his hunger for adrenaline. What better way to get those than through fighting, after all?

Just as Cain got up, though, he found his left arm being pushed right into his lower ribs by a surprise kick from Adam. Ah, this guy was sneaky. Being caught off-guard once more, Cain staggered to the side, his left arm numbing severely for a moment. And as soon as he regained his balance, he retaliated, taking note of his left arm's state as of then. He would leap forward, landing on his left leg with a right leg raised, as he pulled it around, twisting in an anti-clockwise direction from bird's eye view, sending his shin towards Adam's left waist.

Another strategic point of impact, for a hard enough hit would totally render the leg temporarily useless.

[Adam Silver]

This battle came down to more than just force of two monsters bashing each other to death, it was about strength and focused prowess. Backing up in defensive tactics Adam bounced defensively ready for the newest incoming strike expecting what was to come would be a devastating strike. Taking advantage of a moment of peace Adam was able to at the very least stratagize.

Backing up in pretense of Cain's next strike Adam saw the twisting motion of the kick prepared to defend. It's direction would be aimed on Adam's left side, but where on his body it was a mystery until the last moment. Dropping slightly to the right Adam raised his left arm up inches to protect his head and neck expecting the battle to strike him there.

However Cain's strike would fire and hit him in the mid-waste forcing Adam to step back, the sudden impulsing shock causing his left side to go a bit numb and his body forcibly limping prominently towards the left side.

Limply bouncing favoring that right side Adam couldn't help but giggle lightly, the absence of food and the sudden throbbing pain left him with a sense of insanity, if only for a few moments. Now was his opportunity and what would more than likely be a bold strike of passion.

Lowering his right shoulder blade, Adam would shift two steps with his lowered shoulder and the juke upward so that i connected the strike would uppercut his shoulder into Cain's lower jaw.

[Cain]

The kick connected, much to Cain's satisfaction, that smirk on his face only widening, though only so slightly as he pulled his arms to his chest then, getting ready to defend himself, knowing that this brawler would counter him almost immediately. However, the efficient kick had provided Cain with a short and brief moment of rest, of which Cain used to pull his kicking leg back to his side, placing his left leg in the lead and his arms near his chest.

And that was when Adam decided to push back on Cain, the posture of his body sending Cain to think that it was going to be a simple shoulder ram. With that in mind, instead of staying on the defensive, Cain decided to foil his attack movement as he reeled his right hand back, preparing to send it around and towards Adam's face after going around the shoulder in a hook while his left hand stretched forward to place itself upon Adam's shoulder.

However, at the last moment, Adam's shoulder would suddenly shoot upwards. Cain's eyes widened. A last minute adjustment? Or had he been tricked? Haha, yes! Finally! Someone who could really bring the challenge to Cain.

The shoulder connected quite cleanly, though Cain had let his left hand brush against Adam's arm. What effect it had, Cain was unsure. Though he knew it did fade the power behind his right hook, as it found Adam's chest indeed and with a lot less power. Cain was lifted off his feet, the Junior staggering back as his feet found tiled floor once more. Gah, that had hurt.

His head was rattling, his jaw aching and his pride damaged as he looked up at Adam. That was one hell of an attack. He grinned, before raising his stance once more. Now, he was going to let Adam strike. And why? Well, considering how he was acting with his left leg earlier, Cain knew that he was one step closer to bringing this guy down.

[Adam Silver]

A small grin showing through his armored charge sure that even if he'd missed Adam would still be within a defensive stance well enough on his own to defend a few devastating strikes or at the very least defend his vital points from another attack. Following through it'd seem as though there was a strike at his chest, the out lash stretching past his arm.

"Ah ah ah..."

Adam bounced back after his strike contacted, his right hand grasping at the elbow of his left arm rubbing it as he bounced back in a sort of comical defiance.

"Gah...my funny bone.."

Crouching over in a position Adam laughed slightly while still in an obvious pain from the strike. Was it another trick? Or was this legit? Something to buy time most evidently now the goal was to see if Cain'd fall for it.

[Cain]

Generally, there were two different kinds of battlefields that fighters like Cain and Adam would throw themselves in. One, would be the honorable spar between two fighters, by request of one of the participants, mostly used to test one's skill against the other or as a way of training each other for future battles. Another, would be the brawl, which would be something either instigated by one of the participants or an outside party, most often a girl. Here, the battle was less respectful and honor was something that could be fucked with.

With that in mind, as Adam crouched down to apparently tend to the jolts upon contact on his funny bone...

Cain stepped to the side, placing himself beside a table as he grabbed one of the trays on it. Jerking quickly, he would pull it to his left side, holding it with his right hand, before stomping forward with his right and at the same time throwing the tray forward at Adam like a frisbee, the make-shift projectile being aimed at the general center of Adam's body, for a higher chance of hitting.

This was meant more to get the fighter back up on his feet and remind him that this fight was far from over.

Oh, and that Cain was a really dirty resourceful fighter, especially in brawls.

[Adam Silver]

"ow ow, hahaha.... OH SHI...."

As the makeshift projectile was being flung in his direction Adam would duck and roll forward dodging the tray narrowly as he felt the wavering breeze cater by. This was to be a close fight, though once more it was to be expected he couldn't classify the sort of fight. High School had never been his life style. Living on the streets led to one thing, fight for your life. Though now in a different lifestyle things were different, strange by all contention.

Coming out of the roll Adam would have placed himself behind a bench, this meant there was a probable 4 feet between them at this point. In standards of speed it meant nothing so now came for the ballsy maneuvers. Jumping up in two bold moves landing on his right heel before rolling forward off the left toe Adam would have launched himself off the table into an aerial rocket attack arms elongated like a bear hug before gathering momentum and clasping together into something of a charged pummel strike. If followed through appropriately it'd be aimed at Cain's neck region as a devastating blow.

[Cain]

Adam was sharp enough to dodge the projectile, rolling away from the soaring tray and towards the bench beside Cain. The junior let out a grunt, unable to see his opponent then and thus was unsure of what the man was going to do now. However, as he came to realise it, his opponent did not know what he was doing too. Of course, it was only a matter of time before his opponent would attack him and so, Cain prepared himself, sliding his left foot forward and reeling his right fist back. Now, all he had to do was wait for the man to co-

And there he went, leaping out from behind the bench and towards Cain. However, the nature of Adam's attack made it quite impossible for a fist to tear its way through his arms and find his face and so, Cain went for an impromptu plan B. He would twist on his left ankle, his right leg raising as he rotated his body in an anti-clockwise direction. And where would his right leg land? Well, the man's waist, the Junior attempting to kick Adam aside. However, due to the last-minuteness of this counter, Adam's punch still managed to find its way to Cain's body, though finding his shoulder instead of his neck.

And under the man's momentum, Cain was forced off his left feet as he leaned to the left. Knowing that he was going to fall, he stretched out his left hand and pushed off with both left limbs, allowing himself to slide across the tiled floor on his left shoulder, his emerald eyes fixated upon Adam. If he did nothing to follow-up, still recovering from Cain's counter, the Junior would get back up on his feet, rubbing his left shoulder. Despite it being smooth, that slide had still caused quite a bit of friction. His arm hurt.

[Adam Silver]

Cascading downward like a hammer of justice was much of Adam's plan to cause massive damage at his own self sacrifice. By now if he were a more tactical mind Adam would've been one to discover Cain's opposite and possibly his weakness was not in tactics but in brute force. While the man was superior in all regards of strategy he lacked the necessary force when coming to terms of head-on assaults. Under any other situation Cain was the superior fighter but so long as Adam proceeded to engage in this blunt assault they'd come to a stalemate.

And over a fight of food what was better.

"Now we finish this.."

Adam's low animalistic growl would coo from a hunched over position where he'd landed taking the strike just below the ribs causing his body to rise and fall wheezing slightly to control his breathing. IT'd only remain momentary for but a second as he launched forward in the blunt assault once more.

Hands clasped together tautly still once again from the very beginning of his assault he'd bring them up as though a blade rested between them but rather hitting Cain with the Spectral assault he'd drop his knuckles into the boy's face focusing to throw him aback forcing him into a frontal assault. No rest no surrender.