Be like that [Cain]

[Justin~]

Justin's fist slammed with merciless force into the cheek of the retreating sophomore. He never felt more alive than in battle, he loved this more than anything, the thrill.. the excitement, the challenge yet unfortunately it was over before Justin was done with it most of the time. Sure, he could keep on stomping the unconscious body but he wasn't like that. The sophomore who fell to the ground decided to surrender and threw Justin a fierce link before leaving - he was sure to get another fight out of him, the way he looked at Justin was the kind of look you give somebody you wish dead.

Looking left and right he noticed the small circle started to spread further apart until it was no more, and the spectators all left but one. This person gave Justin a look he liked, it was interest and the young brawler was curious.

"You're Next." Justin said with a smirk and a pointed finger towards the guy.

[Cain]

Another tussle? Cain sighed, before allowing a grin to come up on his face. He reached into the pocket of his backpack, pulling out then a pair of black leather gloves with white steel studs, with the numbers #774 imprinted onto the gloves' wrists. Clad in a plain white shirt and a pair of dark blue denim jeans, Cain looked ever so casual, yet ready for battle, as his Adidas sneakers made soft inaudible taps against the tiles of the ground. The School Captain was here, and the crowd of the fight parted to give way to him, as he positioned himself just at the 'boundary' of the battlefield, watching as the last punch was thrown.

And the victim retreated. Oh? He gave his opponent a chance to retreat? That was unusual. Guess Cain did not have to give an order for another person to be dragged to the nurse's office. The troublemaker then proceeded to glance around, as if looking for his next victim. Well... It kinda turned out that he was, as the circle of spectators expanded. However, Cain stood his ground, a small smirk on his face, knowing that his decision to stay still would catch the man's attention.

"You're Next."

The man announced as he pointed at Cain, the Junior pulling his right gloved thumb out of the pocket of his jeans. Taking two steps forward, he jerked his head to the side, a soft crack emerging as he let out a relieving sigh. He then slid his right foot back, his arms bending at an acute angle, his left hand at his left waist and his right hand over his solar plexus. And he started to hop on the balls of his feet.

"Come, then."

[Justin~]

Justin grinned mischievously, the joy! The adrenaline! He felt it all rushing through his body like a drug he could never get enough off, his eyes were focused on the man before him - he seemed capable of giving the Dutchman a run for his money. Lovely.

He cracked his knuckles, and readied himself for battle, flicking the hair from his eyes with a smooth motion. He lived for this. Watch over me, Eric. He moved in with speed, he didn't know what his opponent had to offer yet even though his face seemed vaguely familiar so did the obvious. A quick Jab as soon as he got in range, to see how this man would react, it seemed very serious but lacked in power bringing only speed to the table. If it were to hit his opponent in the face, the intended location, it would merely stun him a bit. It would barely do any serious damage, those punches, my Nubian friend, were meant for after Justin had tested his opponent.

Show me what you got;

Justin would be very careful after this punch, pulling it back if it were to fail and bobbing and weaving any incoming counters.. then again his opponent could be so fast he would be flying across the hall before the first bob'n'weave.

[Cain]

And the man acknowledged Cain's request, the smirk on the Junior's face never wavering as he stared at his opponent's incoming attack. He would lean forward further, his knees bending as he prepared to shoot off into another direction. Justin came closer, and that right fist came in. Alright. Now. Cain would shoot forward, demonstrating the superiority of speed he had over his opponent as he lowered himself down, his head now level with opponent's ribs, his right shoulder driving past under Justin's outstretched right arm. His right fist would already be at his shoulder by then, and he would proceed to snap it forward, driving his right fist into the man's solar plexus, the attack powered both by Justin's forward momentum and Cain's opposite momentum.

Plus, it was the solar plexus. It'll be quite a painful strike indeed.

And as if that was enough, Cain would stomp down on his left leg, the limb now aligned to Justin's back leg, as he would straighten his knees, his right fist adjusting so that it now traveled upwards with the rest of his body, his right shoulder finding the back of Justin's elbow and more importantly, his right fist now aiming to find the man's chin, the studs on his gloves intending to mark his skin.

[Justin~]

"Supaamaaaaaan,"

Justin said joyfully as he felt his teeth clatter together and he was launched through the hallway, sure he felt his ears ring with the blow and sure he was sliding over the floor now - the friction warming his back noticeably but was he angry? No. Was he unsatisfied? No. This was exactly what he needed, nothing like being beat up and understanding you were the weakest link. His voice faded until he finally came to a stop and stood up, rubbing the skin that was marked visuably, there were red spots on his lower chin and he still.. smiled? Masochistic? Maybe. Entertained? Yes.

"I see, I pushed my luck." He neared Cain again rubbing his invisible stubbles. His facial hair for a matter of fact was shaven this morning, but he still liked pretending.

"Pillar? Wait.. we have none of those. Captain then? You seemed vaguely familiar, nice uppercut too. Gonna remember that one," Justin said with a improvised copy and a painful grin - he didn't show that it hurted of course. Pride was still something in his core. Justin had stirred up some trouble with his behaviour before and knew he wouldn't last against the captain, he didn't feel like being completely destroyed again like against Kale so he stopped the fight while it was still some what friendly. Justin was no was fun today, haha.

"If you have time to hit me, I bet you have time to walk with me, follow me. We have some catching up to do." And here he walked leaving Cain with a raised eyebrow, wondering what the fuck was up with this weirdo. He would follow though, or so he hoped, the way he made people curious had always worked forhim.