Eron had always dedicated himself to his studies. From an early age, he understood the weight of the burden he carried: the blood of his father, Zeus, coursed intensely through his veins like contained thunder, constantly reminding him of his divine origin. He had inherited his gifts—mastery over lightning, an extraordinarily sharp mind, and a strength far beyond that of any human.
Still, during training, he held back. He controlled every movement, every electrical discharge, every aggressive impulse. He had never fought seriously against Diana. He preferred to observe her, watching her training with silent admiration. Diana was precision and power; every strike of hers seemed to carry the honor of the Amazons.
With time, however, something changed.
Her glances began to linger longer than necessary. Her smiles, once sisterly, gained a different intensity. And within him, a fire difficult to control began to awaken—an impetuous flame, an inheritance from Zeus himself. It wasn't just desire, but pride, defiance, and a dangerous attraction that mingled with their rivalry.
It was Diana who broke the silence.
"I want a real duel, Eron. No holding back. No mercy."
The request was a demand.
He tilted his head, a half-smile appearing on his lips.
"Anything for you, Diana."
She understood. He saw in her eyes the exact moment the meaning of his words hit her. A slight flush touched her face, but her stance remained firm—a warrior above all else.
Without warning, Diana lunged like a golden bolt. Eron reacted by instinct. Energy surged through his body, bluish lightning snaking across his skin. The air vibrated around them, heavy and electrified.
The swords clashed.
Sparks exploded on impact. Diana felt the weight of the blow and stepped back, surprised by the strength he had finally allowed to emerge. Eron pressed forward, spinning his body and delivering a precise kick. She was thrown back several meters, rolling across the ground before rising again, determined.
But, in a movement too fast for ordinary eyes, he appeared before her.
Eron's blade rested gently against Diana's neck.
The training field fell silent.
She looked up and met his eyes—there was not just power there, but conflict. Pride. Desire. Fear of what might happen if he stopped controlling himself completely.
And in that suspended moment between victory and surrender, both understood that the true duel was not one of swords… but of feelings growing dangerously between thunder and steel.