Nyx/Thor
Well it was nice to be appreciated for his skill, in an outward manner. Sure his skills were sought after during the war, but that wasn't his reasoning for fighting.
"I..." Nyx trailed off in thought. It was hard to explain how it all worked. "To be honest, I never experimented, and I'm a little surprised to have the abilities..." He looked at his free hand flexing his fingers making and unmaking a fist while he walked back up. It was the first time he tried since, well since he watched the sun come up. Since being here.
"Typically us glaives, we have the magic from the crown- it's on loan," As the Captain told him that one day. "And when the King died we lost our abilities.." He trailed off before looking to Thor with a smirk. "I guess the kings of old still have granted me their magic for some great purpose, even now."