Choices

[Nox]

Nox watched as the shield started to shatter. He could have just let it go, and he should have to make it easier to weave the next weave, but he needed the time. Nox dropped the whip weave and started something else. The thunderclap before was not meant to hurt, just to be loud. This time, was different. As the shield fell, Nox dropped to the floor and release the thunderclap. It radiated out from him. The intention was to stun and stall, to allow for room to prepare. Why he needed that particular weave was not part of Nox's memories, it came out of instinct and was useful now.

The weave of fire and air was back in his hand and Nox let loose the coil and wrapped it around Giovanni's hand, yanked and watched the revolver fall to the ground before he could fire it off.

The stun was not quite as powerful as he'd like, there was little he could do about it now. And it gave him another thought, another weave, but he'd save it for later, to get out if this went even farther south. Nox had no idea why he'd done what he had, instinct, he was running on pure instinct. If only he could remember why those instincts were there.