Nosdyn carefully observed his opponent.

He's confused...not prepared. Something is really wrong here. With a mysterious sound, the blade of his energy based weapon vanished and he latched the long handle back on his belt. He was not going to kill the kid if he could help it. His time in Stonevale had changed him considerably. Long ago, he'd lived a life of servitude for the legion of demons that lived in Haidia. That legion had since turned their back on him and exiled him to add insult to injury. Things were different now, he was acting on his own.

Once he latched his weapon back on his belt, Nosdyn narrowed his eyes. He if conflicted by something. Poor kid probably just is trying to show off for someone...or something. Nosdyn was about to talk to the kid to try to clam his nerves but it happened at that point without his say in the matter. Nosdyn felt a tremendous gust of wind as sand was kicked up in a small storm all around them. The sand was furious as the boy's intent was. Nosdyn readied himself. The miniature sand storm swelled forward and slammed hard into Nosdyn's leg. Already mentally prepared for it...he felt a pang of pain strike him. The boy's fist did connect. Nosdyn was never a speedy fighter, he'd preferred to take damage directly in an attempt to tank it.

As he stood there he looked down at the boy. "I feel sorry for you. Kid." Nosdyn said suddenly with a hint of sadness in his voice. Something was going on with Nosdyn, Stonevale had changed him at the deepest sort of level. Instead of tearing the boy to ribbons, Nosdyn readied his powerful fist. He reached forward with his muscular arm, and attempted to strike the boy's chest. He felt his fist tighten as he swung it through the air. His eyes were narrowed. He could keep hitting the kid until he gave up. That was Nosdyn's primary focus. Nosdyn waited to see the effects of his attack.

As he stared at the boy, he made it a point to memorize the kid's face. He would need it for later...menfolk oft held grudges. And he was almost certain the kid would attempt to hunt him down in payback. Either way, he would be ready. As he considered the situation at hand, he planned and waited. His mind already working with different tactics and strategies. As he swung his fist he waited to see what would happen. He didn't even bother to resist whatever the boy did to him, he merely was fending the kid off from doing any real lethal damage to him...