02-13-2018, 05:45 PM
Jaxen was fixed on the scene below, literally perched on the edge of his toes to see what would happen. Aria and Nox parried words, but the spar was short-lived. Nox's draw on the ancient power deepened and threads of attack whipped from his chest, lashing out at Aria. She stood no chance, not really. Nox was so fast, Jaxen wasn't even sure if he would have stood a chance against him. Careful then, he would be careful.
He slipped from his perch, dropped onto the ladder of the fire escape and fell to the ground with a practiced and silent pad of soft-soled shoes. Nox was wrapped up with emotion, but the ancient power continued to radiate off him. Jaxen approached warily.
"Now that escalated quickly,"
he said as he picked his way around Aria's body. The release of her head from her shoulders sprayed a wall ten feet away. A red trail made a line on the ground.
"Tell you what, friend. I'm sure she deserved it. No blame from me."
He curled his lip slightly as he passed by, but rather than dirty up his own fingers with blood, he thread some ropes of the power around one arm and searched for the tattoo. Sure enough, it was there. His otherwise innocuous expression darkened with disgust momentarily, before he fixed his sights back on Nox.
"And that was some impressive channeling,"
he added, obviously impressed by the feats. His own power was minuscule in comparison to such a man as Nox. "Let's get you out of here,"
he offered a hand up. "I have a car at my beck and call. Probably best to not hang around a headless corpse long. Not even in the red light district."
He eased the offer with a grave smile. Channelers had to stick together, yes?
Edited by Jaxen Marveet, Feb 13 2018, 05:49 PM.
He slipped from his perch, dropped onto the ladder of the fire escape and fell to the ground with a practiced and silent pad of soft-soled shoes. Nox was wrapped up with emotion, but the ancient power continued to radiate off him. Jaxen approached warily.
"Now that escalated quickly,"
he said as he picked his way around Aria's body. The release of her head from her shoulders sprayed a wall ten feet away. A red trail made a line on the ground.
"Tell you what, friend. I'm sure she deserved it. No blame from me."
He curled his lip slightly as he passed by, but rather than dirty up his own fingers with blood, he thread some ropes of the power around one arm and searched for the tattoo. Sure enough, it was there. His otherwise innocuous expression darkened with disgust momentarily, before he fixed his sights back on Nox.
"And that was some impressive channeling,"
he added, obviously impressed by the feats. His own power was minuscule in comparison to such a man as Nox. "Let's get you out of here,"
he offered a hand up. "I have a car at my beck and call. Probably best to not hang around a headless corpse long. Not even in the red light district."
He eased the offer with a grave smile. Channelers had to stick together, yes?
Edited by Jaxen Marveet, Feb 13 2018, 05:49 PM.