09-22-2014, 07:56 AM
This was going to hurt. Nox could feel Giovanni trying to trip him up. He felt the sudden change in direction. The ground rushed up to meet his back. Nox did everything in his power to keep from smashing his head into the floor beneath. It did little good, but he was still conscious when he landed, despite the lack of breathe.
Nox cracked the beer bottle on the ground hard when he fell. It was a deliberate move. It was his only weapon, the power fled every time he tried to grasp it. it was a futile attempt and Nox had given up hope. He'd have to work on that feat. Something nagged at him but he didn't have time to deal with it.
The weight of the man from the fall was crushing, but Nox laughed none-the-less. He wore a grin which he turned to mock vile disgust. "Now, see I don't do that."
Nox kneed the man between his legs. He felt the sympathy of it, but he was able to quickly roll out from underneath the man. The fight was boring now, the power was gone and the physical abuse he could take was not likely good for his healing body. Nox really didn't want to have to go back to the hospital for those so called therapy sessions, but his body ached in places he knew he should not.
Sitting on the ground out of arms reach while Giovanni recovered from the cheap shot. Nox grinned. "Okay. I don't want to hurt you."
He glanced over at Oriena. "She aint' worth the aches and pains, or my death. So you can have her."
He grinned. "Spoils of war."
Nox knew that it would not settle well with Oriena being some prize to be won. Most women hated and loved it all at the same time.
Nox tried for the power, and found it sitting there, he'd calmed down enough, and the power was grasped quickly and easily as it had been prior. He smiled at the power inside. It was going to be war if Giovanni didn't stop now. All is fair, but Nox was done playing games. He wanted to go home, sleep the pain off and go find this mystery girl from his memories.
Edited by Nox, Sep 22 2014, 08:13 AM.
Nox cracked the beer bottle on the ground hard when he fell. It was a deliberate move. It was his only weapon, the power fled every time he tried to grasp it. it was a futile attempt and Nox had given up hope. He'd have to work on that feat. Something nagged at him but he didn't have time to deal with it.
The weight of the man from the fall was crushing, but Nox laughed none-the-less. He wore a grin which he turned to mock vile disgust. "Now, see I don't do that."
Nox kneed the man between his legs. He felt the sympathy of it, but he was able to quickly roll out from underneath the man. The fight was boring now, the power was gone and the physical abuse he could take was not likely good for his healing body. Nox really didn't want to have to go back to the hospital for those so called therapy sessions, but his body ached in places he knew he should not.
Sitting on the ground out of arms reach while Giovanni recovered from the cheap shot. Nox grinned. "Okay. I don't want to hurt you."
He glanced over at Oriena. "She aint' worth the aches and pains, or my death. So you can have her."
He grinned. "Spoils of war."
Nox knew that it would not settle well with Oriena being some prize to be won. Most women hated and loved it all at the same time.
Nox tried for the power, and found it sitting there, he'd calmed down enough, and the power was grasped quickly and easily as it had been prior. He smiled at the power inside. It was going to be war if Giovanni didn't stop now. All is fair, but Nox was done playing games. He wanted to go home, sleep the pain off and go find this mystery girl from his memories.
Edited by Nox, Sep 22 2014, 08:13 AM.
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