NATE
Well there’s really no target like his chest, is there? Impossible to miss, and difficult to actually hurt, even before ascension. Nate leans into the blow anyway, stepping back with a laugh. ”Not bad.” Comes the rumble, overflowing with amusement. ”You have a good arm. You just need a little finesse.” Rolling his shoulders and shaking his fist out.
”Keep your wrist straight. My old ma-” He cuts himself off, looking almost confused for a moment, though he covers it up with a step back, a light grin. ”I was told when I was learning that the best punch is thrown when you’re trying to punch through what you’re aiming at.” To demonstrate, he throws his fist at the air, following through with his whole body, nearly throwing himself off balance with it.
A distraction, maybe, but an apt one. Flashy enough that his earlier stumble is masked easily.
Once he recovers, lighter on his feet than his size suggests, Nate faces Aamu again, and lifts a hand up, a true target this time. ”Try again. As hard as you want.”
”Keep your wrist straight. My old ma-” He cuts himself off, looking almost confused for a moment, though he covers it up with a step back, a light grin. ”I was told when I was learning that the best punch is thrown when you’re trying to punch through what you’re aiming at.” To demonstrate, he throws his fist at the air, following through with his whole body, nearly throwing himself off balance with it.
A distraction, maybe, but an apt one. Flashy enough that his earlier stumble is masked easily.
Once he recovers, lighter on his feet than his size suggests, Nate faces Aamu again, and lifts a hand up, a true target this time. ”Try again. As hard as you want.”
All dressed up like a switchblade knife
Let’s hang in love from the gallows
Let’s hang in love from the gallows
