A Friendly Little Spar

[Nox]

Nox finished the drink. Seriously need something stronger. Weasel boy winked and smiled at him, at both of them. Holy.... how many people can do this and know they can. Bas laughed, Nox grinned and shook his head. "Seems weasel boy has an inkling of what I did."
This could be interesting.

Bas declared his fondness of blowing things up. Nox had to laugh at that, that seemed a very him thing to do despite the fact that he didn't remember doing so. Nox nodded at his love of hand to hand. But Nox didn't agree. "I enjoy a good fight, but I prefer to be not close, a good gun, or cross bow, or a whip."
Nox made a weave of only air as he had with Giovanni, he cracked the whip of air and the sound echoed in the gym. People turned and looked their direction, Nox could only grin. Only the three of them saw. "Usually it's laced with fire too. No idea how or why I know it."
Nox was enjoying showing off.

Healing, now that nagged at him. He remembered a fall and waking up with the girl standing over him. Nox leaned back in the chair, teetering on the back legs. "I think my mystery girl did that to me, healed me."
Nox sighed and the chair clanked to the floor loudly. "I really need something stronger."
Nox tossed the empty bottle into the garbage can near the door. "Maybe a pain killer or two too."