09-23-2014, 03:28 PM
Nox laughed, but the humor left quickly as the man took him at his word, a leg sweep and a flip later Nox was sure this was a bad idea. But he wasn't going to back down. Nox embraced the power and he closed his eyes. It was just a moment, but he felt better, the power invigorated him, it became everything. He let it hang, he didn't weave the power just let it fuel him.
His body ached with new found fervor, but everything was so much clearer. It was like time slowed each detail was vivid, the tiny movement of hair on the man's head from the air current, the pulse in his veins, every moment clear as day. Crisp, bright and clear.
Nox focused on his opponent. He circled him with his new found eyes. Nox threw a few jabs at him, nothing connecting, not really trying to. Nox was searching for holes, but he couldn't let him control the fight. Nox didn't think his body could handle the beat down, and the raw power raging through him was certain to tell him each and every ache and pain and bruise that would form. The price for clarity!
Nox was so focused on watching for holes, he wasn't paying attention to form. He jabbed with is left and his opponent slammed a foot into his ribs that sent Nox flailing backwards into the ropes. He smiled. Lesson learned. The girl came to mind again. A glimpse of a memory of her laughing. It was musical, he missed it. A punch to the face brought Nox out of the memory. Second lesson.
Nox had to remain focused, the power coursed through him, the current ebbing and wanting to be used. He resisted the urge, it was so tempting.
Nox hoped there would be no third lesson to learn. He paid attention, he moved, he watched, he kept his form. Whatever form that was. His opponent had form, had style. Nox mimicked it.
Edited by Nox, Sep 23 2014, 03:29 PM.
His body ached with new found fervor, but everything was so much clearer. It was like time slowed each detail was vivid, the tiny movement of hair on the man's head from the air current, the pulse in his veins, every moment clear as day. Crisp, bright and clear.
Nox focused on his opponent. He circled him with his new found eyes. Nox threw a few jabs at him, nothing connecting, not really trying to. Nox was searching for holes, but he couldn't let him control the fight. Nox didn't think his body could handle the beat down, and the raw power raging through him was certain to tell him each and every ache and pain and bruise that would form. The price for clarity!
Nox was so focused on watching for holes, he wasn't paying attention to form. He jabbed with is left and his opponent slammed a foot into his ribs that sent Nox flailing backwards into the ropes. He smiled. Lesson learned. The girl came to mind again. A glimpse of a memory of her laughing. It was musical, he missed it. A punch to the face brought Nox out of the memory. Second lesson.
Nox had to remain focused, the power coursed through him, the current ebbing and wanting to be used. He resisted the urge, it was so tempting.
Nox hoped there would be no third lesson to learn. He paid attention, he moved, he watched, he kept his form. Whatever form that was. His opponent had form, had style. Nox mimicked it.
Edited by Nox, Sep 23 2014, 03:29 PM.
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