Choices

[Nox]

Giovanni tried to mimic the weave he'd done and it backfired too. Nox didn't have time to relish in that fact as the wave of sound made him cover his ears. He'd forgotten how much it had hurt and the power fled his tenuous grasp.

A weave of air distracted Nox even further and the power was unreachable no matter how frantically Nox tried to grasp it. It was there he could see it, he could feel it but it was not something he could attain, it was like missing his hand.

Giovanni rushed him and he grabbed the wrist that had held the whip, what a surprise he'd have if he actually looked. Nox disliked grappling, you don't grapple with monsters, and Nox had no weapons. He wasn't completely incapable of fighting close combat. But the only weapon Nox had was the bottle in his free hand.

But really what was he fighting for, the girl? Seriously, not him. Why had he defended her, why had this man provoked such a recation. Nox laughed. "Come now, if you wanted to dance all you had to do was ask."
Nox grabbed Giovanni's other hand and let the momentum take them where ever it went. He honestly didn't care anymore. A few more bruises or broken bones were nothing compared to what he'd gained in that stupid plane crash.