Brother of Cain (Cain Induction)

[Kyrie Blaze]

If he thought to insult her, he was going to have to try a lot harder. A serene smile curved her lips, and though her gaze was gentle, she still watched him.

"You have much to learn. Ignorance will not suit you, here. Come, then, keep pace with me."

Why keep up..?

Because the fleetfooted young woman broke into a jog, having slipped her shoes on after, and she wasn't waiting. Perhaps something peculiar to note for Cain was that her footfalls made no sound for his ears to pick up.

She waited until he drew abreast, ensuring she pushed the pace to a comfortable and quick run...for herself. She wasn't terribly concerned for him; he had longer legs, after all. If she was going back on patrol, she needed to make sure she could endure. A dark pink mark flashed beneath the edge of her shorts, only slightly visible before it was gone again.

"The Dragons have three leaders--they are the only ones with titles. Names. Mathew Amtrum is The Earth Dragon. Leon Sudeki is The Lightning Dragon. And David Blaze is The Storm Dragon. Your chances of encountering the Storm Dragon are lessened, currently--he has matters elsewhere that he is attending to."

It was an important distinction, for her, that she continue to name all three, due to her understanding of what it meant to be one of them.

[Destiny]

No insult intended.

Cain would head after her, suddenly very aware of how loud he was compared to to Kiyr. It was almost alarming, to be able to tell how much of a difference there was even among others who weren't "Dragons" and himself. It was... disturbing.

He listened to her mention the other named Dragons, noting how Mathew hadn't mentioned getting any training from David Blaze, as well as how he was evidently attending to something else.

"Which is the strongest? Of the three, I mean."

Cain's voice was filled with curiousity.

[Kyrie Blaze]

. o O ( Should you be at all curious! )

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Even without her shoes, she was normally very difficult to hear, but she wasn't about to give up the ghost on her secret. She glanced over, tipped her head in consideration, and continued forwards, enjoying being able to stretch her legs out.

"Does it particularly matter? Each of them is strong in their own right. You fought well, but even at half their strength, each of them would be able to grind you into the ground with ease, if they so chose to do so."[/font]

[Destiny]

Cain hid the frown that threatened to form on his face. He was not particularly fond of admitting the fact that it was most likely true, as the Mathew he'd fought today was a far cry from the one that had been beating the tar out of him when they first met.

"It does matter. Even if they were all exactly the same physically, one will have the experience, the mindset, or the desire to beat the others. And that will be the one that will have the most to learn from."

He hadn't met the other two Dragons yet, so it was difficult to tell which it was, but there was still time to figure things out.

[Kyrie Blaze]

The hairs rose on the back of her neck: an awareness of sorts. While his reasoning made sense on a base level... Well, she recalled her own words. Kiyr tipped her head and blinked up at Cain with her wide blue eyes. A guileless look with the edges of panic, not entirely untrue though part of her also laughed at it. It made her a superb actor, because acting was...

Well. Trade secret.

"...it is a trap..!"

She shot ahead, abruptly expanding her stride and maintaining the new rapid pace. Her words were true on multiple levels.

[Destiny]

Cain smiled as she left him behind, then pushed himself to run faster, attempting to keep up.

"It's an honest question. If I'm to be useful at any point in the near future, I want to find a teacher who will be the most effective."

[Kyrie Blaze]

"...the one that will be the most effective teachers for you may not be the strongest." Kiyr responded, cryptically, not slowing her pace.

But Cain could just keep up.

Just.

"If you want to be useful, you will need to adjust your thoughts."

She really didn't want to answer his question.

[Destiny]

Cain definitely struggled to keep up, and it was apparent from the choppy manner in which he spoke.

"How... so?"

[Kyrie Blaze]

"You are ignorant."

She quirked her head, slowing down just a little.

"Your thinking is too linear."

She adjusted her course to move left around a structure.

[Destiny]

"I prefer... uneducated, about this area."

Cain laughed in what he assumed was a good natured tone. He really just wanted to backhand her, though.

"What do you mean by linear?"

He asked, as he headed around the structure after her.

[Kyrie Blaze]

"Not simply the area."

Her mind was clear as she ran, and with Cain's laugh and words, he could obviously do some more running. He could obviously stand to run some more, so she increased the pace again, wanting him to think on his feet. To think as he moved. She took a sharp turn into an intact alley, slowing just enough to make it. But once she hit the corner, she rolled, pushed up to her feet, and shot herself back towards Cain, looking to cut into his path, cutting a straight punch through for his face.

There was a clear challenge in her eyes, in her tone.

"Your thoughts move along a straight and narrow path, not deviating from what you see as absolute. I am the strongest. What, now?"

Gutsy girl, when she looked like she couldn't hurt a fly.

[Destiny]

Cain continued following after her, skidding slightly as he tried to take the turn slightly faster than Kiyr had. As he pushed himself in, he caught sight of his guide's roll, then sudden shift in direction.

It seemed Mathew wasn't the only one who started fights with a roll.

Cain's eyes widened in surprise, as he honestly hadn't thought the girl had it in her. The best he could do under the circumstances, considering he had been running directly into the blow, was to turn with the strike, somewhat lessening the impact. For the third time today, Cain's mouth would bleed, now twice from the same person.

However, he would not let this blow go unanswered. Still turning with the blow, Cain would send an uppercut with his now closest hand at Kiyr's exposed ribs.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Good.

She didn't flinch at the blood she drew, and her eyes remained cool as she continued with her momentum, and instead of retracting her fist, collapsed her elbow inwards, using the point on her body that was strong to drive it forth into the center of his chest, her weight behind it as she was still moving into him.

His blow connected and she exhaled a slight grunt of pain (it hurt, certainly, but nowhere near as much as Mathew or David or Levi's did), but continued, using the close proximity while she could, her foot slipping between and slightly behind his with her step in, other hand held up near her center line...before she pulled the leg she slipped in, back, for the trip. Or at the very least, to knock him off balance.

And to follow up as she twisted her body, her ready hand snapped forwards for another punch as her previously attacking arm retracted.

"You are caught off-guard by a female that looks young--innocent. Why is your way of thinking wrong?"

[Destiny]

Cain did the first thing that came to mind as falling, which was grab the closest thing he could. In this case, Cain would end up grabbing at Kiyr's torso, almost like a hug, to either have her hold him up or fall to the ground with him.

Sadly, even this smaller girl was stronger than him, so regardless of whether she held him up or fell with him, she would likely break free soon. But rather than give her the opportunity, he would use his grip to thrust his forehead directly at her nose.

[Kyrie Blaze]

And because of her close proximity, his grab worked, though she did knock one arm away with an outward sweep of the arm she had been retracting, twisting it over as they fell--

She landed on top, not quite where she wanted to be on any man, for the moment--but, it was a fight and she pushed the thought from her mind.

"Answer."

Clearly, he wasn't seeing the point.

Instead of trying to escape, however, as she did in her fight with Levi, Kiyr instead tucked herself in, ducking her head. And she torqued her torso, bringing her fist against his chest in a quick jab--once, twice. A third time if she was able before she shifted, peeking up with blue eyes that smouldered, looking to strike with the heel of her hand for his jaw, perhaps having his head snap back to disorient him after the distracting punches that clearly were not love taps.

'Show it to me...'