Cal isn't phased by the hair in his eyes. He simply brushes it off. As Cal assumed, the opponent would charge in too lightly, or to offensively, the truth being the latter of the two. With the force of the incoming kick Cal didn't need to worry about blocking it, he simply ducked letting his opponent crash into the floor.

Cal's smirk widens slightly as he sees his opponent on the floor. Shoots a small ball of water at the left side of his face, hopefully causing Drake to move his face to the right, where Cal's foot will be waiting for him.