Rollin'

[Nox]

And it was on. Nos grinned at Bas words. This was a fight that was going to have to go outside though. Too many people. Nox stood up after Bas. "I'd listen to him."
He really hoped that they didn't listen. Nox was itching to fight, the power called to him. It wanted to be used, and there was a keen sense of knowing in it all. Nox wove a thin wall of air in front of him. He wasn't about to take a punch. The last the he needed after the last fight was to hurt himself more. These guys wouldn't touch him. He'd make sure of that.

Nox walked around blonde and stood in front of his buddy in the track suit. "See now, our friend here isn't going to put up with your shit anymore. Step off or step out, either way you won't touch him again."


Track suit man was bigger than Nox. It made all the more fun. Nox saw him ball his fist up and try to hit him int jaw. Nox just laughed as his fist smashed into the wall of air. The confused look on his face made it all the better. Nox dropped the wall but kept a weave ready to solify again if needed. He grabbed the guys injured hand and twisted it behind him then use the sole of his shoe to push him way in the direction of the door. "I said, step off or step out. Seems you can't listen any more than you can keep your pants up."


Adidas man turned around and looked at his friend. Nox grinned. "Don't look at him for help, he's got his own problems."
Nox walked up to him and put his arm around the idiot. "Have you made your choice?"


There was little time to react as the fist landed in his gut. Nox bent with the pain, but used the distraction to swipe his feet out from underneath him with a weave of air. Nox bit back the pain as he stood up straight and put his foot on the man's throat. "Wanna try that again buddy?"