12-08-2014, 10:55 AM
Now that everything was settled, Nox settled down to it. Bas took his jacket off and loosened his tie. He wasn't really dressed for sparring. Bas felt the menace in the room as Nox seized the power. He wasn't sure he'd ever get used to that. It just felt too...threatening. A guy behind you with a brick. Maybe they were your friend. Maybe not. But you didn't just stand there. Trust was not something he was big on, not when it came down to it.
He prayed and the power flooded him. Aside from the usual feeling of potential and heightened senses, he also felt himself relax a bit. Nox might be stronger than him- he wasn't sure, really. Not like either one of them had whipped them out for measuring- but Bas had grown up fighting. Just because a guy was bigger than you didn't mean you backed down. If anything, you stood up to him because of that. It was all about respect. And he wasn't a punk.
And if he got beat down, he got back up again. And again. And again. If you didn't win, at least you made it clear that he was more trouble than he was worse. Alright, you're gonna get me. Just let me know now what body parts you won't mind gettin broken in the process. Cuz I ain't goin down like no punk.
Pyotr seemed butt-hurt for some reason and decided to sit this out. Kid needed to get up and start learning some stuff. It was for his own good. And Nox seemed to feel the same way because he wove air and fire in a different way and suddenly there was a loud boom aimed at Aurora and Pyotr. He thought he understood how it was done. He laughed, both at that and at their reaction. Aurora was all cute with her reaction. She was unflappable, that one. A cool chick.
Pyotr got up and that was enough for them. "Aurora said you tried my whip? Here let me show you."
He smiled.
"Yeah. It was funny. That night in the tunnels I made it, no problem. But you were right there and I could see what you did. But this time, I just couldn't remember. Maybe it was the tripping balls. I don't know. Ended up burning Aurora's carpet."
He grinned. "Holy crap but did it reek."
He gestured absent mindedly to the building. "It's one of the reasons I offered to find her this new place. Plus, you know. She was hiding out in a ratty place in the red-light district. No telling what kind of trouble she might get up to."
He winked. Aurora could take care of herself, really. But she was in his circle now. And you looked out for your crew.
He watched as Nox made his whip and he could see where he went wrong. Nox cracked it at its target and it hit. He wove his own and this time it came together perfectly. He took Nox's warning to heart and moved to stand by himself and started flicking it lightly, getting a feel for how it moved. Once or twice it came close to his head, but it was slow enough that he didn't get hit. He was gonna have to practice if he wanted to use it.
He wasn't sure it was his style, though. "What else you got? Ninja stars? A bo-staff?"
Something for distance would be good. But a bo-staff sounded like something he'd really like. It was personal. You could feel the hit travel up your arm to your shoulder, could see the other guy's eyes. He liked that, the rush of the fight, the emotion of it. "Hold up. Let me try something."
He let the whip go and then, after a moment of thinking, wove air into a solid cylinder about the width of his thumb and maybe a foot taller than him. On impulse, thinking about the whip, he added fire. It glowed orange. It was light in his hand as he hefted it. Too light. He needed more weight for it to feel balanced. He added some earth. There it was. He liked that. Carefully, he spun it about. He liked the way it flashed and sounded. On impulse, he walked near to the palette and carefully and slowly spun the staff about on either side, not fast. Then he struck the palette hard and sparks flew. There was not recoil. The staff did not bounce in his hand or anything and then, came away easily when he pulled it back.
He looked and saw a charred impression in the wood. He looked at Nox and smiled. "Now this is gonna be fun."
Edited by Sebastian, Dec 8 2014, 12:40 PM.
He prayed and the power flooded him. Aside from the usual feeling of potential and heightened senses, he also felt himself relax a bit. Nox might be stronger than him- he wasn't sure, really. Not like either one of them had whipped them out for measuring- but Bas had grown up fighting. Just because a guy was bigger than you didn't mean you backed down. If anything, you stood up to him because of that. It was all about respect. And he wasn't a punk.
And if he got beat down, he got back up again. And again. And again. If you didn't win, at least you made it clear that he was more trouble than he was worse. Alright, you're gonna get me. Just let me know now what body parts you won't mind gettin broken in the process. Cuz I ain't goin down like no punk.
Pyotr seemed butt-hurt for some reason and decided to sit this out. Kid needed to get up and start learning some stuff. It was for his own good. And Nox seemed to feel the same way because he wove air and fire in a different way and suddenly there was a loud boom aimed at Aurora and Pyotr. He thought he understood how it was done. He laughed, both at that and at their reaction. Aurora was all cute with her reaction. She was unflappable, that one. A cool chick.
Pyotr got up and that was enough for them. "Aurora said you tried my whip? Here let me show you."
He smiled.
"Yeah. It was funny. That night in the tunnels I made it, no problem. But you were right there and I could see what you did. But this time, I just couldn't remember. Maybe it was the tripping balls. I don't know. Ended up burning Aurora's carpet."
He grinned. "Holy crap but did it reek."
He gestured absent mindedly to the building. "It's one of the reasons I offered to find her this new place. Plus, you know. She was hiding out in a ratty place in the red-light district. No telling what kind of trouble she might get up to."
He winked. Aurora could take care of herself, really. But she was in his circle now. And you looked out for your crew.
He watched as Nox made his whip and he could see where he went wrong. Nox cracked it at its target and it hit. He wove his own and this time it came together perfectly. He took Nox's warning to heart and moved to stand by himself and started flicking it lightly, getting a feel for how it moved. Once or twice it came close to his head, but it was slow enough that he didn't get hit. He was gonna have to practice if he wanted to use it.
He wasn't sure it was his style, though. "What else you got? Ninja stars? A bo-staff?"
Something for distance would be good. But a bo-staff sounded like something he'd really like. It was personal. You could feel the hit travel up your arm to your shoulder, could see the other guy's eyes. He liked that, the rush of the fight, the emotion of it. "Hold up. Let me try something."
He let the whip go and then, after a moment of thinking, wove air into a solid cylinder about the width of his thumb and maybe a foot taller than him. On impulse, thinking about the whip, he added fire. It glowed orange. It was light in his hand as he hefted it. Too light. He needed more weight for it to feel balanced. He added some earth. There it was. He liked that. Carefully, he spun it about. He liked the way it flashed and sounded. On impulse, he walked near to the palette and carefully and slowly spun the staff about on either side, not fast. Then he struck the palette hard and sparks flew. There was not recoil. The staff did not bounce in his hand or anything and then, came away easily when he pulled it back.
He looked and saw a charred impression in the wood. He looked at Nox and smiled. "Now this is gonna be fun."
Edited by Sebastian, Dec 8 2014, 12:40 PM.