Oh What A Wonderful Day [Justin - Open]

[Kale Armitage]

Oh what a day. Kale had already managed to get into an arguement with one of his teachers and gotten himself kicked out of class not even twenty minutes into it. He just couldn't stand getting bitched out in front of the whole class about his homework. That kind of thing always ticked him off, because it seemed like the teachers were TRYING to make him look like a fool in front of everyone. Normally he'd punch someone in the face for something like that, but attacking teachers wasn't exactly the best way to keep yourself in school.

"Stupid asshole.. Should.. fuckin.. Set his desk on fire.. or.. shit in a bag and put it in drawer.."

His words were merely small, barely audible mutters of anger as he stormed out of the classroom, slamming the door behind him. This time it would be his fault for accidentally walking into someone else. The large male's frame would collide with another students, but those feet would adjust to keep himself standing. Already pissed off as it was, he'd cry out words to the one who he had bumped into.

"WHAT THE FUCK!? Watch where I'm goin'.."

[Justin~]

*Bump*

Justin stumbled back a bit and was quick to regain his posture, as much as he didn't like random people bumping into him - he could accept it as a mistake. The person opposite him however didn't think the same and instantly regarded the Junior as the wrong-doer in this situation and THAT people was something he couldn't go along with. He knew this kid, Kale, they had a lesson together and the teacher was always complaining about how he never had his homework. He raised an eyebrow at the display of frustration coming from Kale's sight. And looked at the door which slammed back to its' closed after being opened furiously.

His hands were itching, just wanting to hit something really hard - he loved fighting and it wasn't anger that made him feel this way it was the build-up, the excitement, the most beautiful part of battle. The foreplay so to say, there was nothing glorious about beating another to death - it was the feeling inside before you went out to do so. And he could feel it build-up with every second spend in Kale's presence. Justin was sure of it - they would fight.

"Did you get send out again, or did you leave this time?"

Justin said with a slightly mocking tone, he knew it was wrong to make use of Kale's temper in this way but why shouldn't he? If he didn't hit Justin, it would be some one else and Justin wasn't one to say no to a fight. Never.

[Kale Armitage]

Did you get send out again, or did you leave this time?

"None of your damn business, kid.."

His words would come out low, but in a frustrated tone. Right now wasn't the time to test his patience. People would learn sooner or later that he had quite the temper, and that it was best not to get on his bad side. Unfortunately it seemed a lot harder to get on his good side, so more often than not people would end up fighting him no matter what when he was in a mood such as this. Kale wasn't planning on wasting much time either, his arms would fold as they lifted up and he'd take on a loose boxing stance, his large frame hunched over a slight bit before he'd suddenly lash out.

Kale wasn't sure whether or not the male would focus on those hands that lifted up, looking as if they were readying to strike. Of course, he had no plan to strike with his hand. Instead his right leg would snap forward and upwards, still kept relatively low. The location of his kick wasn't aimed at an often used target either, or at least not in the same fashion as most might. The tip of his steel-toed boot would aim to collide just below Justin's left knee, against the upper part of his shin. It was more of a quick kick then a powerful one, as quick as his large frame could possibly do anyways. And he was sure if it caught Justin by surprise, that it would hurt a lot.

[Justin~]

Justin smiled half. Finally. Kale's loose boxing stance paled in comparison to his opponent's. Justin was trained, skilled and.. cocky. He knew that Kale was a force to be reckoned with and he was more than ready. He focused his eyes on Kale's and followed the line, and it went from Justin's eyes to his leg. He hadn't anticipated that Kale would be a sneaky fighter like that but instead of testing whether he would actually assault his lower appendage or slam his face in, he moved in himself. He bobbed and weaved in and closed the gap with a quick jab to the lower jaw - testing the resilience of his opponent. His left hand would stay close to his body and his right would slam in to Kale's face. The kick which would've been half-way launched when Justin approached would be harmless, Kale's upper leg would instead collide with Justin's side giving him chance to grapple it but he left it for what it was.

If Kale was half the trouble he acted to be, he would better act up.

[Kale Armitage]

There was a reason Kale kept his hands up and close to his face. While he wasn't always the blocking type, he had the ability to do such a thing of the need arose. And the need arose as Justin stepped forward with his jab, aimed for what seemed to be some place on his head. Seeing as Justin had thrown a right, Kale's left would have snapped forward from his folded position. That large hand of his would aim to grasp the incoming jab once it connected with his palm.

His kick had been a failure, but his mistake had given him the advantage, as long as his fist grab worked the way he planned. His right leg would have immediately dropped, he doubted the boy would be able to do much if he grasped it, because Kale was rather strong and on top of it his legs were pretty big and heavy. Of course looks were always deceiving. Should he have caught the jab he would have a small understanding of how strong the male was, but he couldn't simply depend on that attack because it had been a jab in the first place.

Kale's foot would look to replant, as his left arm would try to tug the smaller male off to the seventeen year old's left side a bit to try and unbalance him. Kale's left leg would snap forward and up as the large male's left knee would be brought up in an attempt to collide near Justin's floating rib on his right side. Surely that would be a little painful were it to connect. They were rather close after all, and this boy didn't seem to be any faster. In fact Kale thought that he might even have the advantage there. It was still a little too early to tell. But he was going to make the kid pay for not minding his own business.

[Justin~]

Justin was a trained fighter, but a rather young one. His opponent who didn't seem much older did have an advantage, he was at the of his growth process. The 16 year old still had some catching up to do, add to that the hight advantage and Justin started to see the disadvantageous situation he was in. He was relentless however and would see this through to the end, never afraid, always on his toes.

His quick jab wouldn't collide with the intended goal but with a hand floating nearby, a bad situation, so he tried pulling it back in vain. He was locked now, Justin's eyes quick looked at signs of movement on Kale's part and started to see the trap he had walked into. Kale's leg was lifted quickly and Justin knew he had to move - so he did what he had to do. He launched himself in Kale with a straight punch aimed at his Solar Plexus. Their distance would be closed very quickly and again his knee would fail to hit the target, his upper thigh colliding with the young man instead. Kale's tugging only brought Justin in closer, and his fist was pulled back quickly if he hit his opponent, by first pulling it in and then turning the hand so that he could twist his hand free through the weakest finger, the thumb. Were he to get free and get a shot at the stunned Kale, he would his palm hit the side of his head to further disorientate him and would then dash in closer for the combo finisher - tzee uppercut.

There was a lot going on here and it was going to end bloody. He knew already.

[Kale Armitage]

Kale's knee wouldn't connect the way he intended, but regardless he was sure it wouldn't have been completely in vain. That leg would drop back toward the ground to regain footing, but would immediately slide backwards before the large junior would feel his opponents fist slam against his chest. He would grunt slightly, but that was it. The male before him didn't hold all that much strength either. Most of the people he ran into so far had come off as relatively lacking in the physical strength department.

Regardless, as Kale caught sight of his opponent's next attack, he would react. Kale's head would snap backwards, angled away from the palm that Justin had tried to connect with his head. It was then that Kale's hand would release the boy's wrist as he tried to twist out, that left hand instead moved forward to place upon the kid's chest, as Kale's right would follow through on the opposite side.

His large mass would be forced into the kid directly in front of him, as he'd shove him back hard before he even got to that uppercut. Kale's leg which had slide back would be the follow up to that push, as he would rocket the heel of his steel-toed boots forward after the push, aimed to collide upon the male's lower abdomen and his bladder area. He didn't doubt that he would be able to connect this time. Kale had enough strength to man handle this kid if he really wanted to, so he doubted Justin would have the abilities to stop the push so easily. Kale's kick was sent to not only to hurt him, but to help force his body back even harder and send him into the lockers behind him.

[Justin~]

Justin's hand was released too quickly and again he knew he was fucked, the first time during the feint and the second time, when Kale shoved him violently into the lockers behind him which was quite the feat. Why you ask? 4 Metres, isn't walk in the park. Kale's heel would follow Justin's trajectory to further increase both pain and the eventual impact into the metal wall behind the white-haired boxer. Justin was no match for this brawler, which shook his very core - the odds had never been this much against him. He could feel it now, the entangling hug of the snake, his heart clenched - beating faster than it had before.. Justin was Afraid.

He closed his eyes before impact and stayed in the crater he had created, Leonid.. Kale had Sparta kicked him with such force it dazed him. Justin was breathing slowly now, this wasn't the end, it couldn't be. Start what you finish, I can hear his voice.. Eric.. Eric, wouldn't give up. I mustn't either. Justin started regaining his composure, his inner strength, it didn't compare to what the brute had before him but it would be sufficient to leave a mark. Victory to those who know how to sacrifice.

Justin looked up and smiled, he had been hit - hard, but he wouldn't surrender. NEVER.

His charge came next, the foot that supported his weight limply moved towards the dented surface of the locker and created a dent so deep it pierced the very metal it was made of. Justin pushed off and approached the beast in front of him in matter of blinks. Instead of going forward blindly, he ducked at the end evading any incoming attacks or dodges and going for full-damage. As he slided to the right, his body would coil like a spring charging kinetic energy before releasing it with an almost sonic boom aimed at the floating ribs of his opponents which he himself had tried to destroy before. If this were to hit or miss he'd immediately step in for the solar plexus again to sent his opponent stumbling back.

Never, Never, Never Give Up.

[Kale Armitage]

Kale watched as the other male's body was hurled across the hall due to the force of his push and kick combo. The satisfying sounds of the lockers crumbling beneath him only seemed to make him a bit more excited. There was certainly something deep inside him, locked away and roaring in it's cage on a daily basis. Kale still felt the anger, the temper of his raised too quickly sometimes, like in this case. He was already mad before the confrontation because of his teacher. Justin had just been what pushed him over the edge for the moment. Those dark eyes wouldn't leave his opponent's body the whole time, not even when he had been knocked away.

It was apparent that Kale wouldn't have to move from his current position, because Justin would push himself away from the messed up lockers, and soon make his way back toward the larger male and quickly. Instead of trying to strike first though, he would wait to see what kind of attack the kid tried to pull off. And as Justin neared and dodged off to his right, Kale's left side, it was apparent where the attack would be coming from. But instead of trying to dodge or counter in the normal fashion, Kale would simply make a small sacrifice to land the greater, stronger attack.

Justin's hand would collide against the left side of Kale's ribcage, and an agitated groan would sound out. But there was no time for him to dwell on the blow that had just landed against his ribs, because he come up with a nearly perfect counter. Kale's torso would give a violent jerk counter-clockwise as that right arm which would have already been curled near his chest would be used to strike this time. Instead of unfolding his arm for extra length, he would keep it curled because he knew he was not going to need it.

That right arm would lift up, swinging from Kale's right toward his left. The intended location of that elbow was the side of Justin's head. And what would make this attack hurt even more was that Justin would have stepped into the blow to try attack once again after his initial attack landed. Kale hadn't thought about that before he threw the elbow, it would just be one of those things that worked out to one's advantage.

[Justin~]

BOOM, HERE COMES THE HAMMER!

As Justin's fist hit home, he would feel this immature satisfaction welling up - like kids do when they finally break the neck
of their dog. Wait.. not the same. Like kids do when they.. get a new toy? That might just be how he felt right now, feeling
the need to test-drive their new toys. Then again, Justin isn't exactly going to ride Kale and he's not exactly your favorite
toy. So skip those analogy's, and let's get to the point.

With the impact of one blow, began the swing of another - in an arcing motion caused by Justin's force Kale moved his right fist
towards Justin's head, the left side to be exact. To be completely honest, Justin was close to being doomed right now, his hand
was getting empty and the cards he hid under his sleeve weren't for this moment - that would be too soon. Sacrfice was only a viable
option as long as there was something to sacrifice.. and now there was only one thing left to give up - his left arm. The arm meant for the
second phase of his offence. Justin, capable of processing this situation relatively fast, understood that that phase would be no more if
he were hit, matter of fact, there would be no conscience Justin if that happened.

So his left arm meant for offence, which was already heading towards his opponent now shifted upwards making it just able to let the attack slide
over his fore-arm, but the tension was too great and he felt a sick *POP* in his elbow joint - Fuck.
That arm was gone now, his elbow had been dislocated and given the time and something hard to bite on he could reset it but in the heat of the moment
he was unable to do so. The only defence he had now was the offence - the final offence. If this were to hit they would both be unable to continue, if
it missed, Justin would have to forfeit. Moments like this made Justin search for a god, if god was upthere he would grant him this hit. Or not. Depending
on the lovin' he had due from upstairs.

Final Offence Time.

The force given to him by Kale would be used to rev the strength within, you could compare it to ping-pong, the ball had been with Justin, then Kale, Then Justin, Then Kale and now Justin
again, all this force passed about had been kept in motion and now it would find it's end in the same spot Justin had hit before, the main's floating ribs. In the heat of the moment he had
no time to block or think and he doubted if kale did either. This was combat, it could be over in the blink of an eye. If this strike were to hit home like his first he would most likely break
the floating rib or otherwise seriously bruise them - enough to daze Kale. At this time Justin would take his distance and contemplate on what action to take now. Draw? Would Kale accept it?
Most likely not, but their was always the chance he might.

"Wait."

My elbow was hurting, I could feel the throbbing even more now the adrenaline started to fade - the pain was just bearable, just enough to keep me from screaming bloody murder. Justin reached inside of a small pen holder on his messengerbag on the floor and grabbed a pencil which eventually ended between his teeth horizontally. With a deep breathe and back support from the locker he grabbed his arm.
What happened next began with a roar of agony, and the slight splintering of wood an ended with a reset arm. The Junior spit the pencil out and looked down for a second, recovering from what had just happened.
Kale was still there alright, he was an admibal fighter, something Justin could respect.

"Heh, it's true what they say Kale, you're a tank alright."

Justin said with a pained grin, his arm still hurt him, feeling better would come later. He grabbed the bag from the floor and swung it over his shoulder carefully with his good arm, the other still needed some time.. and ice.

"How's that rib doing? I hope I wasn't the only one with damage here." He joked. What's new pussycat?

[Kale Armitage]

Well, something definitely happened that Kale hadn't expected. The boy had lifted his arm and used it as a 'sacrificial limb', har har. He too barely made out the sound of Justin's left arm popped out at his elbow. Some people would probably get a little queasy at the sight or sound of that. But Kale had seen a lot worse before. And now he knew that he was going to have the upper hand. All he had to do was last through the next attack, as he would pull back his right arm and prepare.

Justin's knuckles would once again connect near his floating rib, Kale's body trying to move with the blow to lessen the damage as much as he could. A grunt would escape his lips due to the momentum, and his side would hurt for most of the day but he doubted the kid could have broken anything. He didn't seem nearly strong enough to do it. And this was when Kale couldn't help but feel as if the battle had been won. Of course, he still needed to land his next attack. And he would react as he was struck.

Kale would snap his right arm forward again, this time lifting upwards from his position at his side. Those knuckles would look to find Justin's chin with a mean uppercut. If it landed, Kale wouldn't be surprised if he lifted the kid up into the air a bit. But he wasn't sure exactly how solid it would connect, if it would connect at all. Though he had a good feeling, especially since the side he was attacking from currently had an injured arm. If it did, Kale would hold off on his assault for a moment so that he could spit out some words toward the kid, his head shaking sightly as he did so.

"Next time just stay the fuck out of my business.."

[Justin~]

Justin could just barely move out of the way with a backward weave and managed to stay clear of any serious damage to his face. He wouldn't like that. He had lost and it sucked but what could he do about it? This Kale sure was something but he liked to believe that he did fight for the greater good, by fighting kale now he had spared somebody else the humiliation of defeat and for that reason only could he shrug his defeat off easily. Haha, even though is arm was a raging bitch right now, he couldn't help but admire Kale's raw strength, with training he could become a fucking beast. It wasn't Justin's business though and he would leave it at that.

"Next time just stay the fuck out of my business.."

Justin laughed holding with a limb arm on his side and ignored the pain as much as he could.

"Be honest with yourself, when you left that classroom you were itching for a fight. And I just happened to be here, I think you should see this more as a favour then as an offence. Plus, there's no need to make everything so personal. My Business, My Ribs, My fucking Elbow." Justin said with a grin while he grabbed a pencil from his bag and turned his back to Kale. He proceded to click his own arm in place with one hell of a grunt, luckily this had happened to him before so he had some experience with this. He turned around with a slightly pained face.

"Don't mean to bitch but you have some serious anger management issues...? I don't think I've caught your name... I'm Justin, btw. And even though my arm won't agree, I think it's nice to meet you." Justin should be screaming bloody blasphemy right now with the pain in his arm but he kept in until his new found acquintance was gone.

[Kale Armitage]

Be honest with yourself, when you left that classroom you were itching for a fight. And I just happened to be here, I think you should see this more as a favour then as an offence. Plus, there's no need to make everything so personal. My Business, My Ribs, My fucking Elbow.

"Serves you right. You're lucky I don't just keep going with this.. I could re-arrange your face if you'd like?"

Don't mean to bitch but you have some serious anger management issues...? I don't think I've caught your name... I'm Justin, btw. And even though my arm won't agree, I think it's nice to meet you.

It was clear he still wasn't in the best mood in the world. He would much rather have kept going, but he didn't see the point at the moment. It was clear the other kid wasn't going to be able to give much of a challenge because he had sacrificed his arm in such a way. In the end though, Kale had managed to relieve a little of the tension he had felt moments ago.

He wouldn't thank the kid for it, but he would make note to possibly pick this up at a later date and dislocate Justin's other arm the next time he got pissed. After all, he doubted this would be the last run in he would have with the kid since he was in the same class as him.

"Kale. And I think I would have to agree with your arm."

Kale would cross his arms at his midsection after he spoke, before the giant would turn and start to make his way down the hall and away from the kid. He didn't know about Justin, but he wasn't exactly in the mood to have a conversation. Instead the scruffy male would just walk off, his vice calling out back toward Justin as those boots of his thumped against the hallway floor.

"Watch your ass, Justin."