He could tell right away that Kirk would fight like an animal. His stance was loose, not incorrect or lacking experience, but somewhat sloppy to Cain's eye. He was a highly trained assassin, after all. To the layman's eye, it was just another stance from a learned fighter. Cain didn't move, he allowed Kirk to circle him like a dog. He would need whatever upper hand he could attain, and Cain would allow him that. False hope was as much a tool as technique. It was mental, and that was how he likes to do things. 

Kirk didn't attack from behind he seemed to have a sense of honor. Instead, too weary of the unmoving figure that was Cain, he came nearly full-circle and attacked from a frontal angle. A single opening punch lashed out. It was the punch of a man more confident in strength and heart than form. It was to Cain's right, headed for his mandible. He snapped both hands up. His right hand slapped the inner forearm of his opponent, while his left simultaneously slapped Kirk's hand down from the opposite side. This action both shut the man's strike down and hyperextended his elbow, without breaking it. The pain was enough to stun a man, but Kirk was resilient. Cain hadn't factored heart into his plan. The gaurdsman landed a solid, potentially planned left hook. It seemed to land harder than the man had intended, cracking one of Cain's ribs. He herd the bone give a little. No matter, he was still in motion. With the primary striking arm momentarily out of commission, Cain's open, right hand came off the man's forearm and snapped back, striking the side of Kirk's neck, rattling the man just long enough for Cain to expertly bring the same hand down, shoving his middle and ring finger under his clavicle. This action induced pain, causing the man to involuntarily lean downward. 

With his left hand still on Kirk's right wrist, he opened up the space between them. This would allow a low, right handed strike to the zyphoid process and solar-plexis, but another unexpected move took place. Kirk landed a surprise palm strike to Cain's chest. The ex-assassin actually had to plant a foot to keep from staggering. He had to change tactic. He turned, pivoted, and hyperextended Kirk's right wrist while throwing the man over his shoulder in a rolling motion.

Kirk landed flat on his back in the dirt of the training yard. He coughed to get back the wind that was knocked out of him, but the fight was over. 

Cain turned to Amuné and dropped to his right knee. His left arm rested on his leg knee and his right fist was against the ground. His eyes seemed to be trying to burn holes in the ground as he addressed her, "Objective complete. Opponent neutralized with minimal bodily damage." He began to choke at the second to last word. A hematoma was forming on his right side over his cracked rib, causing a blotchy purple hue to show in the skin. His augmented body was already trying to heal, calcifying the bone and sweeping noticeably. He would be healed in a few days, but for the moment, he was experiencing pain. The strange thing, for those observing, he was barely reacting. He didn't process the pain like a normal person. He acknowledged it, but panic and fear that usually came with pain in a normal person was entirely absent. [@shylarah]