Walking A New Path

[Nox]

The weave vanished abruptly and Nox almost formed another out of reflex. That was something he needed to work on himself. Disabling another god might be needed in the future the way his world was progressing. Fighting against someone with the same ability was useful, but when you taught all your sparring partners it really wasn't useful until they started working their own things out. Much like fighting your master in martial arts. Until the student surpasses the master, Nox thought to himself.

Ivan suggested a beer. He thought about it. He had no where else to be. Sage and Aiden were likely being little bunnies in the basement, or Aiden and Cruz would be working on the things Nox didn't care for. Or whatever... Nox didn't really care what the others were doing - except that he did and he knew it. His friends were his family - the only thing he had left and he felt alien around them now. The fucking gala had done a number on him and Aide and Sage that was a completely another story. A drink sounded good in that moment - but only one.

Nox nodded, "That sounds great." Nox stood up and let go of the power. The world drained away of color and vividness and the pain with it. His body relaxed remarkably. But he still felt the sharp edges of the power grating on his soul. He shivered with the memories and tugged his hood up over his head. "Nothing too fancy, I can't do that again so soon." Though he'd met an interesting girl, the night was a harsh one.