Getting out

[Nox]

A woman's angry voice called out from beyond where Nox had pushed the man. Dammit! There he goes a few days officially inside the ranks of the society that wants his kind dead and he uses it willy nilly and there is a witness. Nox dropped the power, he was going to have to start carrying his gun again.

The man he'd thrown across the way rushed him like some sort of bull. Nox laughed and side stepped him quickly, "Your head down and you look like an ass."
Nox grinned an turned to see the man lay a fist into his jaw. Ouch!

Nox sighed. He didn't have time to look back. He grasped the power again, he was done playing fair, not that he had been, but he wasn't in the mood to be have his head bashed in either. The man was shorter than he was, but he was bigger in every other aspect. Nox didn't like hand to hand, he much preferred a cross bow or gun, or his whip to this.

The man threw another punch that landed in Nox's stomach, he bent over and with a deft move he swept the feet from under then man with his leg. It would have looked that way, but he used the power seconds before to plow the path between. The man cried out in pain, Nox was pretty sure he'd broken the man's leg. He stood up and grinned down at him. "I told you you didn't want to do that."


He turned to see the woman and a man dressed in black staring at him. Nox put on his best smile and walked up to them. "Nothing here to see."