After their long, intimate session, the couple rested for two hours. It was Sunday.
"I'm bored, Ner!" Khione suddenly declared as they woke, still nestled comfortably in his arms.
"What do you suggest?" Having no particular activity in mind, he decided to let her choose.
"Let's go have a rematch!" Her ice-blue eyes shone with determination; she wanted a rematch and, if possible, to win this time.
Nero chuckled. "You really hate to lose, don't you? Let's go then. I'll use the Law of Lightning. If you win, I'll do anything you say."
"Don't go back on your word!" Khione was fired up.
•••
The tranquil pocket world, a realm of ancient trees and dappled sunlight, was about to become a warzone. Nero and Khione stood facing each other in a wide clearing, the air already crackling with the promise of their clash. The memory of their last match, where his lightning had ultimately trapped her, was a fresh wound for Khione and a point of confidence for him.
