Having been told he was a fighter of great caliber, the mind wiped Nexon continued to train and polish up his skills in order to get himself in top shape. From the little he pieced together, he knew that someone or something had attacked him before he had forgotten everything. If it was coming back to finish the job, he was ready to put up a fight, he wasn't going to go down without getting a good few shots in. Throwing his fists out, the young man would throw a few punches out into the air, his fists cutting through the wind with ease.
Although his mind was wiped, his body remembered everything, his training had placed his fighting style as almost an instinct embedded into his muscles. Following up, he would begin to throw kicks over and over, the surrounding plant life and grass swaying from the wind generated by each strike. Suddenly, the crimson haired warrior would pause, lightly scratching his cheek as he looked around. "Uh..what the heck's supposed to come up after that? I feel like...it's supposed ot be like this?" Placing his palms out forward, Nexon would blink in confusion, still unsure of how to control his ki properly.
He assumed the position of a ki blast, although with his mind wiped, he had no idea why he was pointing his palm outward. "Huh...maybe I'm supposed to do a palm strike?"