The Good Fight

[Nox]

Nox heard his friends say something. But he was too busy, too fueled with hatred that he kept kicking the downed creature. The memory of the woman dying, the claw marks ripping her body apart, the blood spurting from her ripped out throat. The horror of it, he felt so lost, so afraid, he was frozen in time, he could do nothing. He did nothing. Tears fell.

He felt the girl put her hand on his arm. It had a calming affect. Reality seeped in. He knew Bas and Weasel.. Pyotr were there. The girl. Bas' question pulled him out of his memories. The mark on the woman's arm, it was etched into his head. He turned to look at the girl. Why did he want to look at her arm? Why was it important? What was going on? He reached for her arm, she didn't flinch. She let him touch her, she knew what he was feeling he could see it in her eyes. Concern, and yet it reflected back at him. He knew he shouldn't know something about her, but he couldn't put his finger on it. The glove slipped off and there was the snake eating its own tail, it wasn't identical, but the symbology remained the same. The tattoo looked near fresh, still healing. But it didn't all look the same, not the same artist. What the hell did it mean?

She took her glove back and tucked it in her pocket. There was no fear in her eyes, well maybe a little, but he was pretty sure that was his fear echoing back from her. She looked up at him, those green eyes were pools of emotion, he could get lost, and yet he knew he couldn't. Bad things could happen. But she spoke softly. "More are coming."


It took Nox a few moments to understand exactly what she meant. He looked down at the creature and then back at her. He saw a smile creep on to her face when he created the fire whip. He grinned back at her. He hadn't expected this sort of dance. But it felt like coming home.

He grinned. "You heard the little duckling. More are coming."
Nox dropped the end of the whips he'd been coiling up. The flames licked the floor and Nox pulled in more power. "Ante-up boys, we have us a fight."


It was probably a bad thing that he'd invited them down here. Bas could handle himself, Pyotr, Nox wasn't so sure of. The girl pulled Pytor closer to him. She must have known something. "Before we all die."
He grinned mischievously, more to scare weasel boy than anything. "Bas. Pyotr. Been great knowing you. Duckling, I didn't catch your name."



Edited by Nox, Sep 29 2014, 04:15 PM.