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Merlin crouched near the net as his partner, Arthur, served the ball near Mordred’s feet.
Mordred just barely hit the ball back, letting Merlin sneak a drop shot past Daegal.
A long rally followed Arthur’s next serve, and the sounds of Arthur’s loud grunts with each hit got Merlin’s motor going, reminding him of their pre-game antics in bed that morning.
Merlin moved slightly back and backhanded the ball down the middle, getting them the point.
Arthur hit an ace on his next serve, winning them the gold!
Merlin grinned, looking forward to celebrating with Arthur in their hotel room.