A Friendly Little Spar

[Nox]

Nox grinned. Now that was a good idea. Trouble and drinking sounded like fun, though inviting weasel boy would be fun, Nox wasn't sure he could behave himself. Pop goes the weasel floated through his head whenever he looked at him. Kid was trying though. Though he looked about the same age as Nox but he was still a kid.

"Sound good on both accounts. Maybe teach the kid to stand up for himself."
Nox laughed. "Sparring with the power is only exhausting, not physically tiring for the post part. Though I do tend to flourish a bit."
Nox laughed, it wasn't really memories, just the few times he's used the power it seems to come with hand gestures that mean nothing really in terms of the actual 'magic' act.

They waited and chatted while weasel boy finished up with the trainer. He looked dead tired, a drink would do him good. As he passed them Nox got in step and put his arm around him. "We are going for a drink, care to join us? A little booze, a bit of the power and maybe even some women. How's that sound. Name's Nox by the way."