12-09-2014, 04:40 PM
Bas watched Nox and Aurora. Whatever amnesia they had, it seemed like they were back to being normal brother and sister, what with the teasing and what not. And while Nox was like Bas in outlook and temperment, Aurora more than held her own with little effort. He got the impression that she was the more deliberate of the two. Prolly had pulled his chestnuts off the fire more than once.
What interested Bas, though, was the manner of sparring they got into. They threw fire and air about at each other as if it were nothing. Funny thing was, while neither he nor Bas could see Aurora's weaves, he had no problem countering them.
Nox wove slowly, as if to make sure that Bas got what he was doing- and he did. He was a quick study. When it came to fighting and whatnot, you came down to one of two groups: the quick and the dead. Bas didn't aim to join that last one any time soon. Death wasn't something he worried about.
He liked the feel of the bo-staff in his hand. He knew it wasn't practical and so made sure to learn what Nox was showing him- especially that sound clap thing. That was awesome. Already he could see great uses for that. His enemies were going to find that things had just gotten a lot harder for them. He almost laughed imagining the looks on their faces.
But the bo-staff would be fun anyway. He loved setting off explosions. But there was nothing like a face to face fight when it was you and the other guy and he was using all his skill and power to get at you and everything was going 1000 miles an hour and if you were to slow or missed that was it. Still...he watched Aurora and Nox. Their's was definitely face to face. And faster too. Or at least it could be if they wanted it to be.
It was a new challenge. He decided he wanted in. Course they were so focused on each other that he decided to get their attention. Carefully he wove the sound clap as best he could. He must not have gotten the air compression exactly right because when he let it go the sound blast flew toward them but some of it also hit him. It hurt, though not really very badly.
He grinned at them. "Hey! What's a guy gotta do to get in on the fun here?"
Hopefully they would remember he was a beginner and go slower. And if not, well....nothing taught you better than being knocked on your ass.
What interested Bas, though, was the manner of sparring they got into. They threw fire and air about at each other as if it were nothing. Funny thing was, while neither he nor Bas could see Aurora's weaves, he had no problem countering them.
Nox wove slowly, as if to make sure that Bas got what he was doing- and he did. He was a quick study. When it came to fighting and whatnot, you came down to one of two groups: the quick and the dead. Bas didn't aim to join that last one any time soon. Death wasn't something he worried about.
He liked the feel of the bo-staff in his hand. He knew it wasn't practical and so made sure to learn what Nox was showing him- especially that sound clap thing. That was awesome. Already he could see great uses for that. His enemies were going to find that things had just gotten a lot harder for them. He almost laughed imagining the looks on their faces.
But the bo-staff would be fun anyway. He loved setting off explosions. But there was nothing like a face to face fight when it was you and the other guy and he was using all his skill and power to get at you and everything was going 1000 miles an hour and if you were to slow or missed that was it. Still...he watched Aurora and Nox. Their's was definitely face to face. And faster too. Or at least it could be if they wanted it to be.
It was a new challenge. He decided he wanted in. Course they were so focused on each other that he decided to get their attention. Carefully he wove the sound clap as best he could. He must not have gotten the air compression exactly right because when he let it go the sound blast flew toward them but some of it also hit him. It hurt, though not really very badly.
He grinned at them. "Hey! What's a guy gotta do to get in on the fun here?"
Hopefully they would remember he was a beginner and go slower. And if not, well....nothing taught you better than being knocked on your ass.