Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20131029012632/@comment-11588669-20131106003751

"Oh you spoiled fuck..." Nox hissed. He hated clients like this, those who thought they could get away with anything because they had protection. But, she could handle herself... He had to trust her to be able to read people.

It didn't mean he had to like it.

He turned to the waiter, nodding respectfully when he came over. The man's eyes widened, not used to being shown gratitude.

"Is there any place I could practice?" The mercenary inquired, and the servent nodded, leading him in a direction close to the balcony. He stopped the man for a moment when they passed the students's room, grabbing Nightfall and his techknife.

Nox snorted when they reached the gyn. Why not have a view while you train? The gleaming windows provided a beautiful sight of the ground passing beneath them. Nodding to the man, Nox divested of his garmet. The slacks were kept on, but he was wearing just a black muscle shirt. The shoes were set to the side. He set his scroll on the ground, selecting a playlist of training music. And his weapon, in it's bladed form of gleaming metal, was grasped gently. He pressed his techknife against the pommel, and the two merged.

He twirled the sword-staff, frowning at the slowness of the movement. Lowering himself into his stance, he began to go through katas. Each set picked up tempo, until he was moving in time with the music. The training moved to a dance, a gleaming trail of breathtaking destruction. Nightfall scythed through the air as he slashed, danced with him as he stepped. It was the perfect instrument, an extension of himself.

He didn't realize that he was easily seen. He was to lost in the moves. He sent out a kick that spun into an eviscarating slash.