Just Another Day
"Sure do. Thanks." Noctis said, taking the fabric he had used on his ankle earlier, allowing the fishman to brace his wound with the wood he had so deftly stripped away with some form of martial art. The rhythm and flow with which he struck the wood was indicative of discipline and practice, yet the man's appearance seemed to suggest he was more of a brawler. Now far more intrigued, Noctis sought to ask the man of his unique style of combat.
"So you're a fighter too, I'm guessing. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy a good fight, but that might just be conditioning after the years." Noctis chuckled, his pain somewhat alleviated now that his mind was focused on something else. "Is that martial art a Fishman thing? I've seen some of them use something similar, but I've never really gotten around to asking."
Noctis waited for the man's response for only an instant before slaves began to cry out. Immediately, Noctis went to stand out of instinct but the sudden shock that ran from his ankle and up his leg caused him to sit back down as he audibly winced. When his attention finally refocused, he noticed that the mink from earlier had moved himself, clearly a capable and benevolent sort to act with such confidence. Not only that, but he was fast, impressively so. Noctis wasn't sure from a single look, but between the two of them he wasn't sure who was faster.
With his gaze and interest now focused firmly on the mink, Noctis looked on as the man dispatched the slaver and broke the chains with a series of swift movements. With each chain, Noctis could hear something akin to firecrackers before they fell away. He hadn't directly seen what the mink had done, but it seemed that Noctis wasn't the only one looking to conceal his strengths.