09-03-2020, 05:06 PM
Nox gave the woman a slight nod of the head. He had dropped the fireball when Li had asked, but the power still radiated from him. Nox wove a wall of air around half the floor. He called out to the woman. "I have half the floor walled off with air. You'll see it when I get going." At least that was the plan. Nox stood in the middle of a box of air he tied off. Safety first. There were no protective coatings on any of the surfaces and as Li said -- he didn't want anything to burn down.
Nox dug his earbuds out of his pocket and started a slow playlist. He needed control, not speed. With a deep breath Nox took up his first stance. He wove the pattern that would create the aurora borelaius along all the walls he'd just created. They would move and shift as he did. The weave was fluent, it was an easy light show, but with strain and complexity. It kept the work light but left his ability to weave additional elements -- making the whole thing harder. This wasn't just a workout for his body and new arm but for his new mental distractions.
The darkness pushed at the edge of the emptiness. But Nox pushed back. He was in control.
His favorite ballet piece came up. Fond memories of his mother kept the darkness at bay. But Nox didn't break into the dance, instead he drew upon the power and split the first flow. Fire floated above his right hand, and Nox started the first of many forms his father had taught him. They were basic forms that in lesson flowed from one to the next and then the next in a pattern meant to teach you fluidity and the motions themselves. It was the first Kata he had been taught. The added addition of the fireball kept Nox's focus on the flame, and he stumbled on his first left turn. Fucking Balance!
Nox started again. He took a deep breath, set his stance, the fireball hovered over his right hand. It was meant to remain in his palm until he released it at the end to splatter against the air wall. His left arm was lighter, and Nox had to compensate. And only practice would fix that. The workout was not meant to be heavy or hard, but the use of physical exertion and the flow splitting made small beads of sweat start to form on his brow. If he could get through the Kata's today, he'd add the third flow, but right now two was all he could manage before falling on his ass when his balance shifted.
Nox dug his earbuds out of his pocket and started a slow playlist. He needed control, not speed. With a deep breath Nox took up his first stance. He wove the pattern that would create the aurora borelaius along all the walls he'd just created. They would move and shift as he did. The weave was fluent, it was an easy light show, but with strain and complexity. It kept the work light but left his ability to weave additional elements -- making the whole thing harder. This wasn't just a workout for his body and new arm but for his new mental distractions.
The darkness pushed at the edge of the emptiness. But Nox pushed back. He was in control.
His favorite ballet piece came up. Fond memories of his mother kept the darkness at bay. But Nox didn't break into the dance, instead he drew upon the power and split the first flow. Fire floated above his right hand, and Nox started the first of many forms his father had taught him. They were basic forms that in lesson flowed from one to the next and then the next in a pattern meant to teach you fluidity and the motions themselves. It was the first Kata he had been taught. The added addition of the fireball kept Nox's focus on the flame, and he stumbled on his first left turn. Fucking Balance!
Nox started again. He took a deep breath, set his stance, the fireball hovered over his right hand. It was meant to remain in his palm until he released it at the end to splatter against the air wall. His left arm was lighter, and Nox had to compensate. And only practice would fix that. The workout was not meant to be heavy or hard, but the use of physical exertion and the flow splitting made small beads of sweat start to form on his brow. If he could get through the Kata's today, he'd add the third flow, but right now two was all he could manage before falling on his ass when his balance shifted.
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