She was fiery just like her hair. And Nox was 100% certain he had just pissed her off trying to be a knight in shining armor. But he hadn't come here cause of her, or him, but because he didn't exactly want a fight to break out and attention be drawn down on him. The police might draw undue attention to his capering around the city. Dorian might find him. The Atharim might find him, and he wasn't exactly sure he wanted to be back on Ascendancy's radar by making another visit to the CCDPD. Being in that deep dungeon wasn't the greatest prospect in the world.
So peace keeping was what he would do for now. "Name calling is never nice." Nox turned towards the woman though his comment had been directed to him. "Maybe I need to protect him from you?" Nox shook his head. "Nah, I think he needs to leave."
Nox turned back to the man, he was slightly shorter but much more massive than Nox was. But Nox had an advantage. He grinned at him. "Perhaps you'd like to take it outside and keep walking."
"Who the hell do you think you are, пиндос?"
Nox smirked, he actually understood it this time. It wasn't the first time some Russian thought to call him names in Russian. "Just a concerned citizen Duckling." Nox pulled the power around him and winced at the pain. It was only a fleeting moment but it was there - a reminder of all the things he hated about himself and his failures. But he ignored it as he used air to create feathers of air and used them to make the man before him uncomfortable, a tickle here, a grope there. Nox leaned into the man suggestively and grabbed him. "Not quite so fun being the object of someone's man handling is it." Nox smiled softly and whispered. "Leave before I make you." Nox wound the power around the man's neck and arms and squeezed for a reminder.
The man threw a bunch with little warning, but it was expected. Nox danced out of the way just in time for the wall of air to form in his place and the man smashed his hand into nothing but his hand shattered none the less. "I'll ask one more time. Leave." Nox looked at the red head. "You can have him next."
So peace keeping was what he would do for now. "Name calling is never nice." Nox turned towards the woman though his comment had been directed to him. "Maybe I need to protect him from you?" Nox shook his head. "Nah, I think he needs to leave."
Nox turned back to the man, he was slightly shorter but much more massive than Nox was. But Nox had an advantage. He grinned at him. "Perhaps you'd like to take it outside and keep walking."
"Who the hell do you think you are, пиндос?"
Nox smirked, he actually understood it this time. It wasn't the first time some Russian thought to call him names in Russian. "Just a concerned citizen Duckling." Nox pulled the power around him and winced at the pain. It was only a fleeting moment but it was there - a reminder of all the things he hated about himself and his failures. But he ignored it as he used air to create feathers of air and used them to make the man before him uncomfortable, a tickle here, a grope there. Nox leaned into the man suggestively and grabbed him. "Not quite so fun being the object of someone's man handling is it." Nox smiled softly and whispered. "Leave before I make you." Nox wound the power around the man's neck and arms and squeezed for a reminder.
The man threw a bunch with little warning, but it was expected. Nox danced out of the way just in time for the wall of air to form in his place and the man smashed his hand into nothing but his hand shattered none the less. "I'll ask one more time. Leave." Nox looked at the red head. "You can have him next."
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