Stealing Yuri's Clothes

Yuri could feel Hoarah's stare, as hot as fire, on her back.

She felt more and more uneasy around Hoarah, and silently decided to look into this 'compatibility' thing he'd mentioned. She wanted to know what it was all about.

Down below, Hoarah forced himself to look away.

Tuss stomped up to him, eyes flashing with anger, and said, "I challenge you."

Hoarah shook his head, "I won't brawl with you. I want a fair competition."

Arya, who had been watching the whole time, couldn't help but speak up. "You're nuts," she said. "They're together, so what's there to compete over?"

Hoarah glanced at Arya. "You wouldn't get it." He turned and walked off.

On the Interstellarnet, disappointment echoed through the crowd.

"Man, they didn't even throw punches."

"Just one hit would have been good."

"Yuri is so level-headed. If she had shown any sympathy for Hoarah, Tuss would have freaked."