“Hey! You ok over there?”

“Mm?” Klaus turned his head and saw Mae beside Luna.

This time, she wore effortless clothes: a black nightshirt and matching shorts. On the other hand, Luna seemed exasperated—her face beet red and her hands giddy. She kept her gaze on the ground, dressed in a white T-shirt and black shorts.

"Ah," Klaus thought, recognizing Mae instantly. Panic pulsed through him as he quickly turned back to stare at the puddle of vomit, his mind racing for a solution. Before he could decide what to do, a tap on his back dragged him to reality—it was Mae.

“What are you doing?"

Klaus glanced at her and realized he couldn’t say anything; the truth would probably slip out if he did.

“Mm! I’ll find out for myself…” Mae said as she pulled herself up the counter and looked into the sink.

“Ulp,” she groaned, seeing the twisted green mixture of liquid.

“S-s-sorry, how do I clean this up?” Klaus stammered, seeing Mae pull herself down from the counter and walk away with her eyes shut.

“Turn it on,” Luna said, walking to the counter across from Klaus. She put one arm on the counter and watched him look for the faucet clumsily.

“Ah, finally.”

Phish…

Klaus turned on the sink and, using his hand, directed the water and barf down the drain. The water banged on the sides of the pipes as it drained, the sound escaping.

“You look as if you saw a ghost.”

Klaus turned off the sink and snapped to Luna, nervously chuckling.

“Are you ill?” she asked.

Klaus scratched his head and replied, “A little bit. The dizziness from my falling is still here…heh, heh.”

Luna turned her head, her eyes narrowing, as she said, “Ah, really? The fall from a day ago?”

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She snapped up and said, “Yeah, right. You’re a terrible liar, you know that?”

“Ack! What do I do..?” Klaus thought as his gaze drifted to the exterior door, whose window presented a pleasant solution–get out. He debated for a few seconds before hearing Luna’s voice shoot past his ear.

“You saw it, didn’t you?”

He flinched and looked at the counter, his heart snowballing. Luna’s bloodlust leaked and gently brushed Klaus–a warning.

“Bad, bad liar,” She whispered, walking behind Klaus and resting her hand on his shoulder.

Her grip tightening, she said, “Death is the only way to recover from this.”

"This'll be interesting to watch..." Mae muttered, kneeling on a couch, watching behind relative safety.

The two waited in a brief moment of tension before–

Boom!

Klaus whipped his elbow into Luna’s face with a brutal crack, sending her stumbling. Instantly, he dashed back, the blow from his movement rattling the hanging knives on the kitchen rack. Noticing the sound, he grabbed one of them and held it tight to his chest, prepared for further engagement.

“Oh, you’re not bad,” Luna said as her hand glowed. A bright light suddenly flickered out at the palm of her hand, slowly growing as Klaus watched in awe.

Whoosh!

The fire roared ferociously, its shadow cloaking the ground, stopping once it reached the ceiling.

“Y-you said if you're lucky…” Klaus spluttered, subtly trembling.

“Yeah, lucky.”

“Ah, shi-”

The fire shot toward Klaus, roaring as it raced at him. Its flames flashed brightly and blinded him.

“Bwah!” Klaus shouted as he shut his eyes and jumped onto the ground, grabbing Luna’s heels.

"What the hell?!" He thought as he saw the fire dissipate, leaving smoke and a sear all over the walls. He laid his chest down, staring at the aftermath.

“Eek!” Luna screeched, losing composure and desperately kicking Klaus off. His grip tightened as his arms wobbled up and down.

Flicker!

“Get off!!” Luna shot a fireball at Klaus’s back, burning through his shirt and causing him to yelp in pain.

Instantly, he let go of her heel and leaped back, gently touching the burn.

“You’re actually trying to kill me.”

Luna remained silent as a red light enveloped her body. A slight giggle escaped her lips.

"Is she toying with me or wha?!-"

Klaus's thoughts were interrupted as Luna lunged at him, slamming him into the sink counter. The entire house shook at the force, dust falling from the roof and the sink cracking.

“Rah!” Luna grasped Klaus and thrust him onto the floor, his eyes widening at the impact.

"Cack!" He coughed as he thought of solutions.

"Damnnit!"

Klaus flew his arm up to stab Luna in a vital spot before she narrowly swerved it and smacked it out of his hand.

With no hesitation, she locked Klaus's arms with her legs and clenched his throat.

"Is this all you got? Really? You said you wanted to learn it."

"Cauk, ack!" Klaus choked, his arms flailing.

Luna's grip lightened as she said, "Tsk, tsk, tsk. This won't do. Show me more." She stood before him, rocking her hand, which had a tiny fire back and forth.

Cough, cough!

Klaus grabbed his neck gently and rubbed it as he wobbled up, eventually grounding himself. Feeling lightheaded, he waited a moment, cautiously gulping, before looking at Luna. He cleared his throat, not before yelping in pain, as he said, "Y-you were trying to test me? I thought you were in it to kill me!"

"Well, I needed a good idea of your reflexes. Now, show me your skills," Luna said, a slight smile creeping up her face. She waited in amusement.

Klaus quivered as he saw the fire lying in her palm. His gaze alternated between it and the marks left by the former behind Luna.

"She'll teach me if I show her skill. Tsk. Maybe I won't die." Klaus thought as he looked at his hand and then back at her.

"I'll show you skill, even in this tiny space," he said, posing in a fighting stance and taunting Luna.