Gifts of a Goddess - Part 4

"Tell me," Vol said, unmoved.

"Allow me a little something in return, won't you?" Pandora pleaded, batting her eyelids at him, the very image of a bashful young woman. Yet Vol was merely continuing to stare at her as gravely as a boulder. "Fine," she sighed. "I will concede, just this one instant. I shall ensnare you soon enough." Her dress reformed back on her shoulder without her even touching it. She took a step away, and clicked her fingers. The mere sound of the click warned Vol that there would soon be madness to come.

Indeed, that warning was well proven, for a split second later, he could have sworn that there was a weighty hammer in Pandora's single left hand. In fact, that hammer looked awfully familiar…

"Wait…" Vol said.

She giggled, delighted by her own little prank. "Yes, it is indeed yours."

"She's giving me my own weapon?" Vol said, frowning. "It wasn't even lost."