Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20131214021037/@comment-11588669-20140103012649

Nox stepped back with the punch, and shifted himself to the side when Tristan tried another stab. He wasn't quite fast enough, getting a cut across the cheek, right below his other one.

"What lesson- hnn- " He stepped to the side, gripped the overextended arm, and kneed his assailent in the stomach. "Do I have to learn?" Taking the bent over form, Nox dropped an Ax-kick on Tristan's back, slamming the hockey player into the floor.

Tristan growled, then pushed himself up, slashing at Nox's stomach. The bouncer stepped back, and took an unusual stance. His arms were held up loosely, and his legs were spread apart.

"Stay away from her!" The knife wielder cried, charging again. His slashed the knife out, and to his surprise, his target stepped into it, taking the cut across the chest in exchange for delivering an elbow to Tristan's head. As he stumbled back, a spinning kick caught him across that same area, dropping him. Nox stomped on his hand, crushing the bones and forcing him to drop the blade.

He knelt down, knee embedded in the boy's stomach, and gripped him by the throat.

"Listen here, you highborn scum!" He hissed. "A person is not an object, for you to control. Especially not her!" He slammed his head into the floor, shaking the teen to make sure he was still conscious.

"Do you understand, Omega!" Nox growled. Tristan, in response spat in his face. Snarling, with all fangs out and flashing, he raised his fist to smash it into Tristan's head-

And stopped when he saw who was in the doorway. Everyone, Tianee, Idina, their friends, the team, and Umbra. Nyx and Tyrecious were huddled by Tianee's feet. And security was right behind them.

Nox dropped Tristan, and stood up. Tristan did the same, and began shuffling towards the knife.

"Well. I didn't realize we had an audience..." Nox intoned flatly.