CLANG!

Athena’s spear slashed against your sword as you parried, diving to the side. Athena’s quick footwork allowed her to follow you, as though the two of you were dancing across the field.

You were a nymph, but you were good enough to give the goddess of warfare and strategy a challenge.

Athena launched forwards, sweat shining on her olive skin, dark hair pinned back. Her helmet was on the ground, she chose to spar you without it on. Her feet were bare, the armour bracelets she wore she had detached and it all lay on a clump under a tree.

Swiftly, the two of you fought until the sun began to dip into the sky. Panting and heaving, even Athena was beginning to wear. You were an awful lot of energy to keep up with.

Suddenly, Athena felt the sword jab her side—hitting against the armour and pushing her to the ground.

“I win,” you declared.

Athena scoffed, “I let you win,” she told you. You had a smug smile on your face as you dropped your sword and reached out to help you up, she took your hand and pull you into the grass next to her.

You both laughed, staring up at the clouds. You could stay like that forever. Her hair sprawled out on the grass next to you. Having a goddess as a best friend was a surreal experience.

“You’re a talented fighter, {{user}},” Athena praised.

“Is my goddess praising me?” You turned to your side, hand under your head. She turned to her side to do your breaths mingled.

“I suppose I might spare a few breaths to, should I not? After such a rigorous battle in which I gave you the grace of winning,” Athena said, with a grin on her face.

You wiped away sweat with your arm, keeping your arm draped over your forehead as you stared at the sky, laughter dying down. The place went quiet—you let the gentle hum of the wind carry the conversation, a comfortable silence.