09-23-2014, 01:08 PM
Nox watched, he didn't recall anything they did, but one was clearly the teacher, the other far less superior, not a chump by any standards, but still not quite up to par with his master. Nox still sure he had a specific style and he really didn't want a lesson, just a fight.
The other man who stood watching was scrawny, he reminded him of a little weasel. It made him chuckle. He could just seen some punk trying to relive his childhood - pop goes the weasel.
The spar finished and their joking still commenced sounded like a good bunch of guys, probably don't want to piss any of them off or the whole gaggle of them would jump you in a back alley or something. Weasel dude's gonna have to be careful. Nox knew he'd have to watch his mouth. He was prone to getting himself into dangerous situation with no way out. He may not remember much, but the other night in the bar, yeah that was still fresh in his memory.
The trainer dude asked him what he could do for him. Nox grinned. "Looking for a fight. As I told the guy at the door. I need to remember what I forgot."
He looked the trainer up and down with grin. "I might be able to take you, but, I'd rather not risk anymore broken bones. A full body cast has been plenty for me for the rest of my life."
Nox turned to the guy covered in tattoos. He'd never pegged himself for one, but there was this memory that kept hitting home every time he passed a tattoo shop, like it was something he wanted to do once upon a time. He looked up at him in the ring "Fancy a spar with a potential newb?"
He didn't think he was new to the game, but with no memories you could never be too sure.
Edited by Nox, Sep 23 2014, 01:10 PM.
The other man who stood watching was scrawny, he reminded him of a little weasel. It made him chuckle. He could just seen some punk trying to relive his childhood - pop goes the weasel.
The spar finished and their joking still commenced sounded like a good bunch of guys, probably don't want to piss any of them off or the whole gaggle of them would jump you in a back alley or something. Weasel dude's gonna have to be careful. Nox knew he'd have to watch his mouth. He was prone to getting himself into dangerous situation with no way out. He may not remember much, but the other night in the bar, yeah that was still fresh in his memory.
The trainer dude asked him what he could do for him. Nox grinned. "Looking for a fight. As I told the guy at the door. I need to remember what I forgot."
He looked the trainer up and down with grin. "I might be able to take you, but, I'd rather not risk anymore broken bones. A full body cast has been plenty for me for the rest of my life."
Nox turned to the guy covered in tattoos. He'd never pegged himself for one, but there was this memory that kept hitting home every time he passed a tattoo shop, like it was something he wanted to do once upon a time. He looked up at him in the ring "Fancy a spar with a potential newb?"
He didn't think he was new to the game, but with no memories you could never be too sure.
Edited by Nox, Sep 23 2014, 01:10 PM.
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