An Unfinished Affair

"The Zions are celebrating their victory," Hazel reported. "There are no more enthusiasts trying to get to this side. Even the ones that promised have reneged. There isn't much I can do at this point."

Varian exhaled deeply as he leaned back in the sofa.

"Am I audible?"

Varian didn't even nod.

After the sweet session with Sarah, when he was talking a stroll in the garden, Isadora found him for a match.

She promised to help him improve no matter what. Him being him, he didn't refuse such a golden offer.

So the fight began. It should've been a good match. In some ways, it was. He saw great gains.

Watching his moves, even in other paths he frequently switched into, Isadora gave insights that really helped him improve.

But…

'Ouch, it still hurts.' 

It took him a while to understood, she was very pissed off. She beat him black and blue. Treated him worse than a sandbag.