At that, Hex's smile slipped into something aa touch wicked.

"You haven't even seen me fight yet," he whispered. "You don't know grace..."

It was grace, strength, speed, and a bit of surprise that had him grab Nyx, twist him up, throw him down, and pin him in place. He could hurt him so easily, could break him, but he didn't. He was shocking careful to not hurt him. Not any more than he had to, anyway.