You're Gonna Go Far, Kid.

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With a thousand lies and a good disguise...

Hit em' right between the eyes~
Hit em' right between the eyes~

We may walk away, nothing more to say...

See the lightning in their eyes~


The boy would continue down the sidewalk, headphones at relatively loud volume. Loud enough that if you were close, you probably could hear the lyric's to the Offspring's track pretty damn clear. Obnoxious was definitely the word to describe him currently, his senses totally feeling the music and nothing else around him. The past few weeks had been a little hectic, to say the least, as he had jumped from two schools within a short period of time. Emil's single purpose for coming to California was to find a person of interest, his father's sister. Biological, of course. Seeing as Emil is adopted. Events following the move to California had led to dear Auntie Joscilyn disappearing off the face of the earth. He didn't even get the chance to meet her... Rage soon filling his core. Fremont High had then lost it's appeal. The students there were complete idiots, the teachers just the same, all the while wearing uniforms?

No thanks.

Fortunately, Emil's adoptive parents were intelligent folk and saw his sudden loss of happiness. They suggested that he transfer again, another public school this time. The school offered an extensive music program, an automatic plus in Emil's book, and he decided that this would probably be best bet for now... Atleast til' senior year was over. Enough back story for now, though. Today was the big day, his first classes in this new school.

"Hrm... Can't say I'm impressed, though."

Emil came to a slow stop, his eyes tracing the school building that appeared in front of him. With a quick sigh, he would continue along the path and through the entrance gates. It was actually pretty cold out today... Thinking to himself that it was definitely a good decision to wear his black pea coat. The school looked normal enough, but then again, so did #552. His hopes had certainly been dashed due to the lack of decent fighters in Fremont High... Maybe this place would prove him wrong?

"Not likely."

He whispered to himself, a negative outlook already swarming his mind about this place. Feeling for his folded schedule in his jeans, Emil would pull the paper from his pocket and skim through it quickly. His first class didn't start for a whole hour... Why the fuck was he here so early? He looked around for a second, scanning area approaching the main building. There were actually a decent amount of people here already.

Why is ANYONE here this early?!

Mrs. Apostol had most certainly lied about the time he was expected to be here. His mother wasn't an idiot, she knew he had a tendency for cutting class. His tattooed palm would rise...

/facepalm.

Soooooooo not cool, mom.

It was times like these he really missed his Maple Tree in the courtyard of #552... Napping time between classes was a necessity for him. His hazel eyes began to scan the area, finding something... ANYTHING to interest him for a little while. Nothing. A totally loud and obnoxious sigh would follow afterward.

"Dammit..."


See them running for their lives~!

[Kale Armitage]

!~Did you ever gave a damn in the first place
Maybe it's time you had the tables turned
'Cause in the interest of all involved I got the problem solved
And the verdict is guilty~!

Sometimes there were days when Kale's temper could easily grown out of control. Today seemed like it was going to be one of those horrible days, because he had woken up and had so much bad luck since he had left his uncle's apartment. Certain cravings were driving him mad inside. The need for Sasha's drug tugged at him harder and harder with each passing hour, but he had no idea where she was. The large junior couldn't simply snap his fingers and make the bitch appear. She was always such a hassle to get a hold of, seemed even more so when he really needed that electrifying feeling.

Today though he was burning a short fuse. Kale had nearly had an altercation with both a student and a teacher already. Luckily he had been able to tear himself away from be ended up doing something he would regret later one. But that he would regret it for hurting those douche-bags, Kale just wasn't looking to get kicked out. He needed to stay in school, otherwise his uncle wasn't going to let him stay.

!~Man nearly killed me stepping where you fear to tread
Stop drop and roll, you were dead from the get go
Big motherfucker, stupid cocksucker
Are you scared of me now? Then you're dumber than I thought~!

A pair of dark brown hues would take in the sights as he pushed through the doors of the main school building, and those tan steel-toed boots of his would click-clack against the pavement of the walkway he was currently strolling down. It was early and if one were to look at Kale, they'd realize that he carried dark bags under his eyes, those orbs bloodshot from a mixture of smoke and lack of rest. One could even say that he looked a little off today, his lips fixed in a frown to show his distaste to anyone that took notice.

!~Always is and never was
Foundation made of piss and vinegar
Step to me I'll smear ya, think I fear ya, bullshit
Just another dumb punk chomping at this tit~!

Hanging from his ears, a pair of ear bud's blasted music into the juniors head, completely drowning out the world that pissed him off at the moment. His left hand was tucked into the pocket of his faded gray jeans, gripping that recently stolen Ipod as he wandered through the school grounds. Of course, maybe it would have been better for him if he was listening to something more relaxing, like the sound of raindrops instead of the heavy sounds blowing his eardrums out. This time of music only tended to make him be more inclined to try and kick someones junk into their throat.

!~Is there any way to break through the noise
Was it something that I said that got you bent
Gotta be that way if you want it
Sanity literal profanity hit me~!

Hey douchebag~! Yea, you!

Kale hadn't even heard the kid's words, only catching sight of his lips moving as the male in front of him pushed his hands out toward this junior's chest. Kale reached immediantly, knowing full well that the kid in front of him only had one kind of intention by doing what he did. Maybe it was because he thought he could prove to everyone he was cool shit by picking a fight with one of the large kid's around. Unfortunately for him he mad a mistake this day. Kale's right arm would had back hanging by his side would snap upward, fingers folding into a tight fist before his knuckles collided with the underside of his assailant's jaw, damn near lifting him onto the tip of his toes.

!~Spit it out
All you wanna do is drag me down
All I wanna do is stamp you out~!

Instead of dropping his arm back to his side like normal, Kale would pull it off to his right, circling it up and around counter-clockwise to land a hard hook against the same dude's head. It was then his right leg would slide forward, the bottom of his boot scraping against the sidewalk and planting just in front of the male whom was only a couple inches shorter then he, Kale's left knee lifting to plunge deep into the student's gut, knocking him backwards onto the grass to groan in pain. Kale wouldn't even say anything. Instead he'd wander over around toward the downed student's face, standing above him as the brown-eyed junior hawked a loogie and let it drop onto the pained student's face.

!~Spit it out
All you wanna do is drag me down
All I wanna do is stamp you out~!

[Ceraphine Davis]

Kevala let out a sigh as she made her way toward the school. Honestly she did not understand why she continued to try. Especially not now with all that had been going on. No, soon enough school would most likely be the last thing on her mind...If she had a mind left at all. First the thing with Kale, then with Uriel...It was all leading somewhere and she knew it...Just not sure where yet...She kept drifting in and out of the darkness...First with Uriel...then with Kale........It was getting worse...Not to mention the addiction to those fucking emotions of Kale's...Gods she hated that man.....

Pulling into her usual spot she opened the door and crawled out of the drivers seat, slamming the front door before opening the back and pulling out her bag.

As she slung it over her shoulder, dressed in a pair of tight fitting jeans and tank top she was ready to take on another day at this horrid place.....But just as she entered the school grounds a familiar air seemed to fill her......Ugh! Not him! Not now!

Eyes looking about to spot a boy she was very sure she had not seen before...and sure enough...Kale....being an ass.....

~Gods that is so hawt..~

What?!?

GAH!!!

She shook her head....Not happy to be having those kind of thoughts at all as she approached the pair....Her head tilting slightly to the side as she brushed her tongue over her freshly polished lips.....

As she neared them, her hand reached out, fingers working back and forth as she grinned just a bit...Well if he was here...might as well have a little fun.....

A nod given to the new kid...ignoring any apology for Kale...because that darker side of her really did not care....Her intention set on pissing off the other male.....And he knew damn good and well why........

Just then her hand shot out and her fingers touched upon the base of his spine and then slowly trailed upward....He had the headphones on still? She was not sure.....She did not care....

She knew he would know it was her instantly as that shot of electricity hit him.

"Playing nice boys?"

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"...eh?"

His interest had, indeed, been peaked by something. A fight, or lack thereof. Eyes would follow it as it progressed, he really didn't follow it up until one of the largest of the two began to make mincemeat of the other. Impressive... to an extent, but definitely nothing he hadn't seen before. Beginning to feel that certain tick in the back of his brain, Emil searched for a fresh pack of Marlboro Cowboy Reds he had recently bought this morning. They were a rough cigarette, nothing smooth about them, but he had grown fond of them. He packed the case loudly, the smack of his palm against the bottom of the cigarette case could be heard a few feet away. But that's how you know you packed the case right, veteran smokers would agree. Maybe not so much the Surgeon General, but who the fuck cares? He finished quickly and pulled one and flipped it back into the case. It was a habit, having that lucky cigarette available. Emil pulled another and slipped it between his pursing lips.

There was a girl approaching them at this point. Hazel eyes would scan her from top to bottom. A definite cutie. A smirk curled his lips, fumbling the BIC lighter from out of his pocket and raising it. Producing the flame with a quick flick of his thumb, he lit the cigarette and pulled hard from it.

"Quite a show... Looks like the poor sonnuvabitch didn't even see most it coming."

A plume of smoke emerged from his lips, the cigarette now between his middle and index fingers. His eyes left the boy's figure rather quickly, after analyzing him carefully, of course. He looked slightly volatile from that little display, but then again... Who was he to talk? He broke a student's eye-socket in Fremont High just for looking at him the wrong way. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black.

His focus left the boy and girl momentarily, eyes fixated on the blue sky. Since he got to this place, it was like it never rained. Always clear, blue sky. A lot different than New York, where it was usually cloudy and extremely rainy this time of year. It was settling to some, but definitely not Emil. She began to speak up, muffled by his headphones. Removing them, he caught the rest of his words. Was she talking to the both them? Or the two that just fought? Not entirely sure, he spoke up anyway.

"I can tell 'playing nice' usually means a visiting a hospital with this guy. That or sitting in his little sister's playhouse, having tea party with said-sister and some stuffed animals..."

His voice wreaked of sarcasm, but hey... What the fuck was this guy gonna do? Attempt to start a fight with him too? Ehhh, actually... It was a little more than likely. Emil would definitely put up a better fight than that other guy. Rolling his eyes, they would focus back on the two. If this was the best this school had to offer, he might as well just drop out.

[Kale Armitage]

Playing nice boys?

The feeling was instantly recognized. Kale's body would shutter as he felt her finger trace up his back. His left hand gripping his Ipod a tight enough that Kale was surprised it hadn't cracked. His thumb would move to pause it and as he pulled his left hand from his pocket he would tug at the cord of his headphones and drop them down to tuck them in also. The junior's body would turn clock-wise, his right arm snapping backwards as he turned around to face the only person that had that kind of touch. His arm forearm would have aimed to slap the females arm away, his eyes narrowing slightly as the dark haired boy sent a brief buy dangerous glare toward the girl.

"Don't touch me again, not right now-"

I can tell 'playing nice' usually means a visiting a hospital with this guy. That or sitting in his little sister's playhouse, having tea party with said-sister and some stuffed animals...

His voice was a little low, and as it had been intended only really for Sasha in front of him. He wasn't even entirely sure what to call here actually. It was a little confusing, but his life was often like that. The male who's voice had overtaken his wasn't familiar at all but when he turned his head avert his attention away from Kevala toward Emil. It wasn't hard to miss the guy, seeing as he was around the same size as Kale.

"Aww~! Tea party with your sister.. Isn't that Cute. Piss off."

Kale's eyes would once again turn to settle upon Kevala, that familiar feeling of hatred flying forward as he stared at her face. The feeling of numbness slipping away again. He really did despise her for it. Kale wasn't playing around with her here either, if she tried to touch him again he was going to hurt her. He didn't want to deal with this out in public, within earshot of other people. For some reason he got the distinct feeling that she was just going to try to piss him off now. After a short stare he'd flick those eyes back toward the other male just to be safe.

[Ceraphine Davis]

She felt her arm slapped away as his anger spiked and she shuddered softly the slight pain just setting off that desire she wished for....Biting her lip before slowly moving away from him....Noting his words as she looked at him with a look of both hatred and teasing desire......

Awww..he didnt wanna play? Well she did! So hah.....Eyes dancing from him to the other guy of the group, a little shift in her personality as she simply sauntered between the two, a soft little laugh passing her lips as she extended her hand in a friendly gesture toward him....

"Well, you never can tell with people these days can you. My name is Kevala by the way, and you would be?"

Her attention on the male, though she could not help but soak up Kale's anger......A little shift of her weight, her hip jutting out ever so slightly as she waited on the boy before her to either shake her hand or turn her down...either way it really did not matter to her.....

If he shook her hand then she would brush her thumb against his hand softly, if not then she would shrug and pull her hand back. There was always more than one way to do things......

"Besides, it is not always ending up in a hospital that you have to worry about around here. There are other....more...entertaining things that you can do in this place."

She grinned, and then stepped back, only positioning herself a bit closer to the new guy as she let those icy hues fall over Kale....

"Isn't that right Kale?"

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Mar 29, 2010 21:39:39 GMT -5 Kale Armitage said:

"Aww~! Tea party with your sister.. Isn't that Cute. Piss off."

A short chuckle would escape, his cigarette finding it's way back to his lips. Emil would take a smaller pull this time around, a scratchy sensation building in the back of his throat. There were several ways of going about this situation. One would involve Emil's foot being lost down this kid's throat. Though, that wasn't too subtle when he thought about it. Another would have Emil totally ignore the boy, in general. But at this point, taunting him seemed like the more entertaining thing to do. If the boy were to lash out at him, he would certainly be ready for him. So taunt he would do, indeed.

"Haha... Kiddo, that's definitely not the kinda thing you wanna say to the guy who has the ability to make you squeal like a pathetic little bitch."

He laughed again, finding his way to a tree nearby. Only stepping away momentarily to drop his coat, his figure was in clear view now. Tall, like his father, probably getting taller too. Muscles in plain sight, this was not an intimidation method, oh no... This was a moment for the boy to realize what he was about to get himself into if he proceeded. A typical, "LOOK AT WHAT YOU'RE FUCKING WITH, PAL" look. Emil was nothing like his father. Where his father was a quiet and brutal fighter... Emil's clearly did not follow in this department. He was most definitely an efficient and insane killer, he was much more verbal about it. Even if he didn't know his opponent, Emil would taunt and ridicule the opposing combatant. The female would chirp up, asking who he was.

"Excuse me, miss. I'd be happy to answer you once I finish knocking this trash down a peg or two. You can call me... Emil, though."

He'd shoot a wink at her. Just to see if it would agitate the other boy, seeing as it looked like they were romantically linked one way or another. Nothing like stirring up a little trouble between an already feuding 'couple.' Emil's body was a toned one, his muscle definition visible to even a passerby. His tattooed arm rose up to take the cigarette from his mouth, the traditional black ink rosary beads hooked around his elbow, running down the length of his forearm, the crucifix hidden within his palm. One last drag and he'd discard the cigarette, tossing it at his feet. A smirk still curling his lips as he snuffed the flame out.

"You see, boy-o... There's a certain way you go about talking to someone who clearly outclasses you. That was not one of them."

The tall Romanian student began to roll his wrists, a gross crackle following. His black t-shirt clung to his body, the breeze not effecting it's posture whatsoever. This was clearly an invitation for a fight... It was up to the other boy if he would oblige or not.

[Kale Armitage]

Kale's head would drop slightly, his heading shaking at the scene unfolding in front of him. He knew that Kevala was going to just try to make things worse for him, and she would pull whatever strings she wanted. She just so happened to take the route he he had almost come to expect from her. She was so willing to try and tease him, piss him off by getting up on someone else. In all honestly, for the most part it only irked Kale slightly. It was more do to the fact that she was the only one that could electrify him like she did.

Haha... Kiddo, that's definitely not the kinda thing you wanna say to the guy who has the ability to make you squeal like a pathetic little bitch.

"Pathetic little bitch? Hear that 'Sasha', I'm gonna squeal like you.."

'Emil' as he had introduced himself was clearly not stable in his own right. Maybe it had been the way Kale presented himself, regardless of whether or not it was just because of the circumstances, Kale would slip those eyes from Kevala as she traveled closer toward the only slightly larger male. Kale assumed he was possibly an inch or so bigger, and probably around the same weight as him as well. If he thought his size was going to scare Kale away, he was incredibly wrong. Kale wasn't the type to run away from any situation. Especially not because of the sounds of a mad dog barking.

You see, boy-o... There's a certain way you go about talking to someone who clearly outclasses you. That was not one of them.

"I'm sooo scared~! Bite me, asshole. There is only enough room for one alpha male around here, and I already claimed the spot."

His arms would lift out from his sides a few inches, palms facing off toward the new student who's ego was a bit too inflated for his on good. Kale wasn't so stupid though, to realize the guy could be good at fighting. This school seemed to have its fair share of fighting pride, so he wasn't going into this thinking it was going to be a complete waste. His pair of chocolate hues locked upon Emil, staring him down like it was some damn contest.

[Ceraphine Davis]

She raised her brow, that tongue running over her lip as she reached down and tapped her pocket suggesting what she had within it........Her head tilting lightly as she grinned and moved over to Kale.....She may have been a bitch but she was a fast little bitch at that......Her hand shooting out and every bit of force she had shooting those emotions and electricity into his inner being......He wasnt fucking with Sasha who could only handle a quarter of the power...no, this was Kev and Kev had new toys that made it all that much more powerful.......Her lips coming up to his ear as she growled softly....Knowing her words would piss him off as much as he had her......

"If I am the bitch...then why the fuck do you crave me? Why do I hold the key to your dark little secret....."

The words whispered as she waited for it....She knew what would come next and she could not help but shiver....Eyes turning to the other male there before she smiled slightly....

"You and I should hook up later....I have something you have got to try....."

She then shot another emotion through Kale...nothing but pure raw lust and hatred.......the two that always seemed to get him going the most.......Sure, it was stronger and it drove him mad....But this would make him crave it now....or at least she hoped so........

Gods she hated this man for how much she fucking wanted him....He was just a constant irritation toward her.....FUCKING SASHA!

Growling as she stood there......The red starting to bleed into her eyes slowly as she offered a wink in return to the guy who had just challenged Kale...Oh they could have their little fight...But she was not to be underestimated....NOT to be tossed aside like some toy.....Never again......

[E͇m̺i̖͘]

"Alpha male, huh? Cause' you're coming off more like a dumbass than anything else right now. But, if that's what these students here seem to vie for... Why not shake things up a little bit?"

A quiet laughter followed afterward, his eyes never leaving the poor excuse of an "alpha male" in front of him. Emil had a bad habit of instigating an already ugly situation, so his berating remarks would not stop there.

"From your previous display of masculinity... I'm going to assume that this is the best your school has to offer. Well... Testicles, Almighty God of Testosterone... I'll also assume that you plan on totally bitching out of the current situation you're in right now."

He would pause and speak up once more.

"But, please... Feel free to disagree if you want. I'd be more than happy to fulfill that offer, the one where I make you squeal like a bitch. Maybe break your jaw in process of it all...?"

He'd give a very smug look. It would be foolish to assume that he had no fighting experience with all that smack talk he was dishing out. Emil was known for his improvised fighting, a huge kickboxing influence on his style. That was it, if Emil didn't get a fight out of this kid... He was going to make sure the boy would regret his mistake. The girl would speak up before he could even think of his next move, something about hooking up with her.

Yeaaaaaaaah.... Erm. No thanks.

From her previous comment to the other boy, about dark little secrets and cravings? He was automatically turned off.

"Ehhh... Listen, chicka. I've had my fair share of psycho bitches in my lifetime. No need for another one. Thanks anyway, though."

The remark was a clear dismissal, hopefully enough of a dismissal to rub this bitch the wrong way and get her to leave. His eyes would float back to the other student, waiting for anything now.

[Kale Armitage]

If I am the bitch...then why the fuck do you crave me? Why do I hold the key to your dark little secret.....

"Because you're bitch ass gave me that purple stuff in the first place~!"

Kale reply to Kevala, and he wouldn't deny that Emil's words were starting to strike a chord within him. It certainly seemed the male enjoyed agitating people. And Kale hated the instigators like him. But he could tell that this wasn't our average over-inflated ego. If someone was to act in such a way, they were either extremely unintelligent or had the skill to back it up. Regardless, Kale wouldn't leave the area. Maybe Emil's words effected other people like that, made they draw back and get all sniveling and scared, but Kale wasn't as weak as a lot of others. And it seemed he'd get a good chance to possibly display there here this day.

"You talk to much. I'd rather see if you can actually throw a punch with your fists.."

Of course as he expected, Kevala would only attempt to piss him off more. Having such a short temper as it was, she was doing a number on him at this moment. Her hand would touch against his chest again sending that surging pleasure through his body as Kale's left arm would grasp at the wrist of the hand she touched him with, his other arm thrown across his body quickly before twisting into the backhand he'd send toward his right, with his right hand to land against the left side of her face.

The backhand was sent hard for sure, but it wouldn't progress past that. He was sure her slammer frame would be knocked off to the side and loads of 'ohs', 'ahs' and 'oh shit!'s sounded out from the surrounding students that seemed to only pile in by the tens whenever a fight was a possibility. Kale's eyes would once again focus upon Emil, his eyes growing slightly more bloodshot with every passing second. He was beginning to boil over, there were just far too many variables for him to stay calm much longer.

[E͇m̺i̖͘]

Kale's whole last statement... It was funny. Emil heard absolutely none of what he said. All he understood from all that was:

"ZOMG IM A FAG PLZ BREAK MY JAW?? KTHX."


Emil looked at him strangely at that point, the translation playing itself over and over again in the back of his head. He blinked for a few quick seconds, wondering to himself. What the fuck? At first, the guy just came off like an ill jackass, practically oozing testosterone and now he was begging to have his face smashed in? Ehh... weird. Maybe it was his head playing tricks with him. He thought about that for a couple of seconds more and dismissed the idea. The totally dazed hazel eyes caught the other guy's once again.

Meh.

Emil wasn't the type of person to keep someone waiting. So he decided to oblige the student. A basic move, nothing flashy... To test the waters, one would say. His feet started off at a hesitant pace, as he was a good two yards away from the student at this point. There wasn't much more speed he could pick up right now, seeing as his target was way too close for anything more. He would extend his left arm out towards Kale, palm strike headed straight for his nose. Though, this was not the problem Kale would be facing. Where his eyes would lock on the palm and worrying how to dismantle before it landed, Emil's right arm would retract building upon the real threat.

It was a little too quick for the untrained eye, but the left arm was brought back just as Emil readied his right. His right hand handed already been curled into a fist and was shot forward toward the victim's solar plexus. Sure, there was the chance of Kale focusing on the left and grabbing hold, but the fact would be that no matter how the attack was translated in the opponents mind, it would most definitely lead to the right making contact. Again... Twas' basic. Nothing flashy or exotic, but something to test how ready Kale was for a real opponent.

[Ceraphine Davis]

Oh men and their over inflated egos...Like she was truly interested in the snowflake queen over there....Nah....She had her eyes on the one who had just about lost it...Yup...there we go....His hand slamming across her face and sending her small body to the side for sure..the pain surging through her as she licked away the bit of blood at the corner of her mouth......

Eyes still on Kale as she spoke toward the boy with the big mouth.....

"Mmm...yeah...Something tells me you are not worth the trouble anyway....If you cant handle a psycho bitch then your are not really that much of a man...."

A grin shot toward Kale before she pushed herself up to stand once more....The others around them wondering if she would do anything or not.....Honestly, she could have, despite her tiny figure, but instead she just wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and moved to walk past Kale.....A subtle whisper sent up toward him as she did......

"He has skill.....But arrogance is always a downfall...I will be at my apartment after school....I am sure after this, you may need a little something........But for now...I am just gonna watch...I got what I wanted..."

She then just sauntered on....A little satisfied grin on her face until she found the seat upon the top of a table near where the whole scene was unfolding....She was gonna watch of course...cause yeah...his rage was intense at the moment and he knew how much she loved that...despite how much she hated him.....and he her.......Oh yeah...they were the picture of normal.....

[Kale Armitage]

Kale would watch as Emil cosed the ditance and came at him with his left arm. Whether it was just to test the waters or a ploy to cover for another attack, it didn't matter to Kale. He had no plans to simply stand there and left himself get hit at this moment. In fact he had a good idea of what he wanted to do, and now all he would have to do is exercise that said plan. Emil's left palm would miss as Kale's knees would bend and his right would slide off at a forward angel.

The dark eye'd boy head would have dropped down and to his right and Kale's toro would hunch slightly. Having swept under Emil's left, and his right being around on the other side, Kale believed he had a good chance of landing his shoulder into his opponent's ribcage underneath that said left arm. Kale would have sprung forward and into the male, his shoulder looking to drive into his target. Now Emil was relatively the same size, so Kale knew if it landed as he planned the male could easily be lifted up with the blow.

Kale's left arm would attempt to fold across Emil's body and he'd look to practically 'rock-bottom' the shit out of him, right down against the cement pathway. Lift him up with his shoulder attack and drop him back to slam him into the ground. Of course there were so many things that could go wrong, he would only have to trust his instincts and fight like he always did. He sure as hell wasn't going to make this easy this mouthy douche-bag.

[E͇m̺i̖͘]

Hmmm. Relatively intelligent counter... But, there's a reason for starting basic, to build upon. This is where the fun definitely starts.

Emil watched as his opponent weaved within the palm strike just as it was beginning to retract, but this kid looked like he knew what he was doing. Then again, so did Emil. As left arm began to retract, Kale had brought up another arm, folding over his own, a shoulder butt aimed at Emil's ribcage. There was only a few seconds for Emil to react, seeing as he had to think of how to handle these two blows at once. He would allow the shoulder to make contact, though... This is where the complex shit gets thrown in. Emil would inch away slightly, forcing the shoulder to make contact a little higher than expected, but that was fine. It left his opponent open, completely vulnerable. A pained breath escaped his lips as the shoulder made contact just a little below his collar-bone.

His lips would curl into a light smirk...It was time for phase two. The seconds that would follow upon impact were crucial, his eyes locked on the prize. The left side of Kale's face was completely unprotected, at this point. The right that Emil had aimed for his solar plexus earlier was still in it's early motions, so a little adjustment in direction was necessary. His right arm would curl to the left, building more momentum and force than the initial attack would have had and aimed it at Kale's head. There was one of two options for impact. One would be aimed for the upper half of his skull, looking to daze him atleast for a minute... The second? Oh, it was Emil's promise, of course. The second would be the target of choice, the upper-half of Kale's jawline. They were around the same height, so this attack would be executed perfectly, thanks to Kale already having lowered his body to shoulder bash Emil.

Impact would all depend on how Kale would move, at this point. Making contact with either, Emil would push away from his opponent slightly, forcing a short distance between the two. This was a defining moment for the day, can't let up now. His hazel eyes ran up and down his opponent's body, finally resting at his sternum. If that's one thing a fighter learns with time is that you should NEVER focus on the other combatant's face. The head was much smaller than the torso, making it easy to fake someone out and totally move in for the kill.

"..."

Emil rolled back his shoulders and locked onto his target, setting up his next stance. His right foot would dig into the place a little further from the other, the left sliding back a few inches or so. Raising his fists a little bit away from his face, Emil was looking for the next opening. Waiting to exploit it and throw it back at his opponent... One hundred and ten percent.