A Friendly Little Spar

[Nox]

Nox sat down and watched he ached, dropping the power had only dulled the pain a minute bit. Said how bad he shouldn't have done that. But he'd learned something new about his mystery girl. She pulled at him, he wondered where she was, who she was. If only he could remember the important things as easily as the stupid things. What the fuck was an oni? It had come with the presence that his opponent had given off. It was large and menacing whatever an oni was. He'd have to figure that one out too.

Nox watched weasel boy and thought to himself he should have started out that way. He'd pay for a week when he left, this was as good as a place as any to do the training - weights and fighting, but he didn't need a trainer, he was pretty sure once he could move better, he'd easily get the upper hand. Fighting had felt natural, but he couldn't focus in the ring. Too something, he couldn't get the feeling out, didn't really care.

Sebastian, Bas, so much easier, offered him a drink. Nox took it gratefully. "Thanks man."
He cracked the lid and took a long drink, Nox hadn't realized he was quite so thirsty.

"Sorry about that man. Didn't mean to get carried away. Usually a match is friendly. It's just...I've never felt that feeling before. Never felt...you know....power. I only recently found out there were others who can do...what I do. So...how long you been doing it? What can you do?"


Nox sat back in the chair and laughed. "A few days. I honestly don't know. I'm not joking when I tell you I've got a lot to remember."
Nox gestured to the tv. "I'm sure you heard about the plane, I was on it apparently. Don't know why but I was. I fell from the plane before it crashed, or so they tell me. I know my name, and that's pretty much the it of it. Everything before waking up in a full body cast is gone."


He grinned. "I got my wallet and an apparent cash flow I have no idea where it's coming from, a memory of a girl who I have to find, and this power."


Nox grasped the power, made it bent to his will. He sent a fine tendril of air at weasel boy and tickled his face with it. His reaction would be fun if nothing else. "What I can do, I don't know much. Some things seem to come easy, like I've done them over and over again. Without thinking."
Nox wove a wall of air in front of him. "Rather useless without a fight. Great against projectiles I'm assuming from the tight weave. How I know that, no telling. So today, I'm rusty, we'll see what tomorrow brings."