[The invitation wipes away all stray thoughts. An improvement on the chaos of earlier, his mind tangled in an emotional web and restricted by drug-addled awareness - this, at least, he can focus on. This he can surrender to, wholly.
Matching that grin, Cain falls into a practiced stance, arms close to his body and feet solidly planted.]
Not a fuckin' chance.
[Easy to goad, natural, as effortless as the quick movement forward to drive his fist at his opponent. His upper body twists, back heel digging in to provide power behind the offensive. Cain has had formal military training over what he's taught himself to survive, so he knows he needs to be quick if he hopes to land even one hit on someone like Malone. And maybe, probably, he'll still lose. It doesn't really matter. The room feels oppressively dark, and all the while his pulse pounds loud in his ears.]
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Matching that grin, Cain falls into a practiced stance, arms close to his body and feet solidly planted.]
Not a fuckin' chance.
[Easy to goad, natural, as effortless as the quick movement forward to drive his fist at his opponent. His upper body twists, back heel digging in to provide power behind the offensive. Cain has had formal military training over what he's taught himself to survive, so he knows he needs to be quick if he hopes to land even one hit on someone like Malone. And maybe, probably, he'll still lose. It doesn't really matter. The room feels oppressively dark, and all the while his pulse pounds loud in his ears.]