You're Gonna Go Far, Kid.

[Kale Armitage]

Out of the corner of his eye Kale would have caught that fist flying in. But there wasn't much he could do about it at the moment. Instead he would do the best he could, tucking his chin and turning his face slightly so the fist would collide with his cheek instead of his jaw. His own groan of pain would escape his lip, and he chose to abort the last part of his former attack. Instead he would do the most logical thing in his mind, once again side steping and circling off to his left as Kale tugged his left arm back across Emil's body. Kale's right arm would have been cocked and as his body twisted counter-clockwise the dark haired male's right hand would have been swung around an a haymaker fashion toward the side of Emil's head.

Kale's face would hurt, but he didn't care. He could take damage and dish it right back out. And the seventeen year old was rather relentless with his brawling style, always trying to push the pace and pressure people into making mistakes. Rarely did he stop to take a break and let his opponent think or recover. He didn't plan on doing anything different here today. Kale would brace the pain and suck it up to fuel his fire. His wick had been lit and pretty soon there would be an explosion. This certainly wasn't going to be a fight to be missed. And Kale had no intentions of coming out on the bottom.

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Emil started to make more and more of an analysis of Kale's style as the fight progressed. It wasn't sloppy, just all over the place, really. His blow to Kale's cheek would contact, but before he knew it... There was another attack headed his way. But nothing out of the ordinary. He would simply follow the same procedure Kale executed for weaving through the palm strike, it was a basic duck and push away tactic. The haymaker would most literally sail over his head, leaving more room for exploitation. As Emil ducked to avoid the blow, he would ready himself for his next immediate move. His left arm had recently been let go for Kale to extend across his back, so now was the perfect opportunity to strike. Emil had his left already building as he ducked to avoid the haymaker, palm curled to a fist by this point.

Emil pulled his left fist back just a tiny bit lower and the launched the uppercut for the bottom of Kale's chin. The haymaker had by that point flown over his head, so this attack could be executed with ease. It didn't look possibly for Kale to block the attack, so it seemed as though he was just gonna have to suck this one up to. The uppercut was propelled by a massive amount of force too, seeing as how low it was and how it had to travel before making contact with Kale's chin. It wouldn't surprise Emil if it sent his opponent hurdling backwards, but that was the best of circumstances. No matter how it connected, the boy would be forced backward one way or another.

Emil simply made more distance between the two, his eyes never leaving his opponent. Readying his stance, he would wait for the next action. Exploitation was key here.

[Ceraphine Davis]

( ooc: Yeeeeaaah just for the simple fact she never LEFT the thread.....I am gonna post now...>.> Just to keep her ya know...where she is supposed to be......XDD )

Soooo yeah, like typical males with their ego's flaring and their need to be the dominant one in the situation having hit its breaking point....Kev just kinda....took a seat, far enough away that she did not get into the middle of any of this shit, but close enough that she could soak up all those lovely emotions and whatever else came from the pair....

Not that it was not interesting. Far from it. BUT, she was not really up for fighting just yet. She had other plans in mind and they revolved around her waiting and biding her time.

A gentle yawn passing her lips, she pulled out her journal, many plans to be made and hashed out, no time to watch two guys with an inferiority complex play with each other...Hehe.....

Her pen in hand she started to jot things down, icy hues lifting upward every now and again toward the pair with a slight bit of interest....He hit him....then that guy hit him......yeah pretty basic fighting stuff......Nothing she had not seen a little too often...

Now when one of them could actually release so much power as to make the rain stop THAT would catch her interest....Which speaking of him....Plot plot plot......

Hmmm......oh the many ways to make him suffer.....

Her mind wandering off a bit as the two continued their little....game...or whatever they wanted to call it to man it up some.....She honestly did not care......

[Kale Armitage]

Kale's haymaker would whip by a few inches over Emil's head, and the junior could honestly say he was glad he kept his chin tucked while he moved. Seeing as he had been looking downward those brown orbs would have caught sight of the uppercut on it's way up. It was then that Kale's right arm would begin to shift upward, as the teenager threw his upper body backwards just in time to move his head from harms way.

Emil's fist would barely miss, and Kale would use his motion to form an attack. Kale's left leg would shoot up as Kale shifted onto his right foot. That knee of his would aim to slam the point of his knee into Emil's gut. They were pretty close, so he figured there was a good chance the knee would land. If it did, Kale would drop it back toward the ground. His arms would have been pulled back closer toward his chest in loose fists.

He wasn't sure what kind of reaction his knee would give the male. Kale was strong, and could move a considerably fast speed for someone who held a build like him. If it connected clean Kale figured Emil would probably keel just a bit. And that would be good enough for him, because Kale's right side would shift forward and he'd aim to try and slam his elbow into the side of Emil's head once again. He always felt better when he was trying to dent someone's head in.

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The uppercut would fail to reach it's target, seeing as Emil simply did not see that Kale had tucked away his chin whilst moving away from his previous blow. His left began to retract at this point, but things were going a little quicker than originally anticipated. A knee was headed straight for his gut just as he was going to pull away, Emil had to think quickly or suffer the consequences. Not even milliseconds would pass as Emil had simply gone with instinct, at this point, his right arm positioned to await the coming attack. The knee came pretty damn close to his target, only Emil would be ready to dismantle it. Right hand cocked back, he shot it toward Kale's thigh, attempting to shift the attack direction past Emil. The push had enough force behind it and then some, but the next move would be critical. Moving his left arm back into place as to not disrupt the cycle of motion. Kale was definitely looking for that attack to make contact, too bad it would only reach concrete. The motion of Kale moving forward, a knee aimed a little higher, all the while focusing on his balance as is? He would have no choice but to move in the direction Emil pushed him in.

The push was enough momentum for Emil to force quite a gap between the two, the distance still open for abuse. Though, this was not what Emil was thinking of... His emerald eyes glimmered with a certain fire, frustration beginning to work its way into his system.

Let's take a trip down memory lane
The words circling in my brain
You can treat this like another all the same
But don't cry like a bitch when you feel the pain

Emil was never one to play move by move, his style was a fast and brutal one. 'Strike first, move in for the kill, finish the job, stand victorious' was the agenda. Always has been, always will be. His eyes would run up and down his opponent before dashing toward him. It was time for the killing move, time to really make this kid hurt. The distance wasn't too small or big, so it gave him some maneuverability between him and his target. A sprint? No matter where you were watching from the courtyard, it would appear that Emil was simply going to trample his opponent. Kale would be picking himself off the ground by this point, whether his eyes caught Emil charging or not, the fact of the matter would that Kale would be caught in the line of fire.

It'll be over soon, boy-o... Here's a lullaby to help close those weary eyes of yours.

The charge built up a good amount of speed, closing in on the recuperating Kale. His body would fall back purposely from the charge, though still moving forward, his legs outstretched into a dropkick. If Kale caught wind of the charge, it would be obvious he was looking for a fist or kick to make contact. Emil would not make things easy for Kale, as both legs shot outward aimed for whatever part of Kale he could get. The target of choice would be Kale's face, of course... But Emil would take what he could get.

And he would get what he wanted.

If contact was made the force from the dropkick would decimate his opponent, one way or another. Emil would not underestimate Kale though, knowing this guy was definitely not to be undermined. Connection of the blow, would drop Emil on his back, but give him the opportunity to roll backward and away.

[Kale Armitage]

Kale would stumble backwards after Emile managed to misdirect his knee and pushed him. He wasn't able to keep his balance and he'd hit the pavement, but at least he would know it was coming and prepare for it so it didn't knock the wind of out of him or anything like that. He had a feeling though that he wasn't going to have much time to sit around and wait, at least Kale wouldn't have let Emil if he was on the other side of the attack. Kale would refocus his attention toward the charging male, his body reacting to lift into a crouch.

The junior wasn't sure what to expect, but as the male neared and dropped backwards he had a pretty good idea of what the possibilities could be. He doubted it was a punch because of the way Emil's upper body dropped backwards, Kale's instincts told him to be weary of the legs. He expected a kick, but he hadn't completely ruled out what actually came. As the threat of a crushing dropkick neared, most people would probably try to flee. Kale on the other hand, wasn't like most people. He liked to meet his threats head on. Seeing as he was crouched at the time he figured his head was the target.

How would the equally as large a man deal with this said problem? He would wait as long as he possibly thought he could until those feet of Emil's were dangerously close. Kale would react by sharply lifting both his arms up, his muscles tensing as those large hands would look to grip and force them upwards to direct the blow upwards to avoid feet to the face. Of course Kale knew he wasn't going to stay completely still at this moment, as he would feel the tread of his boots scrape against the pavement below fighting to hold. But Kale wasn't finished.

Seeing as Emil was airborne, he was in a pretty tight spot. It was hard to really do anything when you have up your footing. In conjunction with his lifting grab of Emil's legs, Kale would thrust upward as he aimed to hoist Emil's legs into the sky. Emil's upper body was already dropping as it was. Which meant more then liked this was going to be a little painful. Because as Kale lifted those legs his body would be thrown against Emil's, angled to send the back of the kid's head and shoulders hard against the walkway.