Itching for a Fight

[Nox]

Nox listened. He didn't interrupt. He understood it. It wasn't new. But it was the first time since they'd been together that Elyse had spoken so freely for him.

"Hitting things is always helpful for me too. We could spar. I promise not to cheat with the power." It was meant to be funny though without humor added to his voice it came out dry and wrong even to his own ears. But it was the truth and still funny if you understood him. Which Elyse may or may not.

He stood up. Once upon a time it would have been far more graceful. It was jerky and broken and he winced in pain as the muscle fibers didn't quite bend the way they used to. "I need to get back into shape after the kidnapping." It hadn't been the cage that had done it, it had been the torture and butchering of his body and then the healing that made his body ache and him out of shape. He didn't care about the scars -- chicks digged scars after all. And he had to get used to the new arm. Though it was far easier this time than last.