[i] Early Morning. Training Grounds.[/i]

”Lift your right higher or I am gonna kick your head off!” The voice echoed in sharp rapport over the training grounds as Kain blocked a  kick just barely in time to keep his skull from being rung. The hulking mass of muscle someone decided to call a man was doing what he always after he woke up. He ran trough the Sentinel 101's. A course in heavy duty defensive training. He was remarkably agile for his size, but he was nowhere near as nimble as some of his smaller opponents. But he was built like a ox, and that was good enough. Another kick came flying, this time from left. He stepped in, curled his arm into triangle of hardened, flexing muscle to protect his head. The kick hardly felt and his opponent, a young Soldier cadet, danced away. Kain had a look of sour concentration on his face. He wasn't a hand to hand fighter. At most he knew a few basic combinations and grapples. But he was a sentinel. The entire point of him was to learn how to take blows, how deflect and block. And so he did. He didn't dodge, he threw his thick arms up in a block, feeling a heel impact on a nerve center. He swore silently as the tingle of pain flew out into his fingertips. 

Another kick, this one fell like an axe from above, heel aimed for his head. Kain grinned as he lifted both arms, blocking it with his arms crossed before he let one massive hand wrap around the ankle of his opponent. His sparring yelped as he was rather unceremoniously grabbed and lifted of the ground., Kain pulled with both arms, following and pulling the man along in a half circle before he tossed him with a grunt. His attacker was flung unceremoniously onto the outside of the mat with a ”oof”. Kain wiped some sweat of his brow as he relaxed from his defensive posture. A ring out meant the spar was at an end. His left arm had a decently sized bruised from the the number of blows it had taken during the little bout, but it'd heal up in no time.

His training partner, a man named Joseph, was on his feet again. ”I swear Kain. Your way to strong. It's like kicking a brick wall half the time.” He said as he shook his leg free of the numbness that was the effect of having it used as leverage for a swing. Joseph wasn't bad, if he had gone all in, Kain would have been in real trouble. But Joseph had only been using his legs for the exercise, helping Kain learn how to predict a opponent who was effective with his feet. Kain wasn't a unarmed fighter,  no, his weapon of choice lay resting against the wall. A 20 kilos worth of meteoric iron and obsidian lay resting against the wall. The firebrand, a glimmering, violent beacon of red and black. His sword, as it were, was about the same size as him and wieldable only by him. Others had tried, but you needed Kains freakish strength to even begin swinging it around. 

Kain stretched and fished up a cigarette from his pocket. The second it touched his lips, spark of fire went trough it, seemingly burning part of it and lighting the tip. He never understood how he did that, it just happened. He knew he was supposedly some sort of pyrokinetic, but he really had no idea where his powers came from. The Superiors at Soldier had sad it was part of his genetic makeup from birth. It had just been dormant before. He didn't much care to look deeper into it in this instance.

”I'm getting breakfast. You coming?” Kain raised a eyebrow at Joseph. Joseph shook his head with a smile. ”What? And watch you eat a mountain worth of food? Yeah no. You already make me feel a small and fragile man, I don't need to watch you eat a small countries worth of food on top of that.” 

Kain grunted. ”Whatever.”

As it happened. Kain was only of his first four plates when the call rang out for him to gather. He grunted and got up from his table. Much to the relief of the mess hall ladies, Kain went grab his things and leave for the briefing. A cigarette soon found its way between his lips. ”Man. I am still hungry” He mumbled.