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The Laughing Swordsman

Only when all the living perish, will there be peace ... Apollo was a bratty noble. Using the power of his father, he did many mischievous stunts. However, he would never go too far. The worst he did was steal someone's shoe, while on the average, it would be poking them in the back and running off. That's why he found it so absurd that someone would assassinate him, in his own room no less. He was stabbed in the back and left to die... But then he was back in his room, completely fine. Yet, he was stabbed in the back once again. Once he was stabbed in the back for the third time, the cruel reality began to sink in. That this would repeat itself for an eternity. The only thing in his room was his bed and his bokken, a wooden sword. At some point, Apollo picked up the bokken. He took his first steps to break out of the cycle. And swore to bury the person who called for this assassin with his own hands. ...But also calls a lot of things mommy for some reason.

Disgrace · Fantaisie
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Let Me See It Then

Apollo's eyes swiveled, keeping watch on his surroundings. Suddenly, a hand shot out from the side, reaching out to grab. Apollo twisted his body and darted back, dodging it and bursting out from the ash.

He was immediately greeted by a house flying towards him.

Apollo slashed with his electrified bokken.

A clear bang resounded.

The house split in two, passing by Apollo. However, those two halves gradually shifted their trajectories before going back to him as another house shot towards him. As for the ash, it had scattered to reveal Mark, but continued to swirl around in the air.

Apollo seemed to realize that attacking the houses was going to get him nowhere, thus dashed towards Mark, leaving trails of lightning in his wake.

Unfortunately, Mark was simply faster.

The houses closed in on Apollo, forcing him to do something about it. Large amounts of lightning gathered around his body before traveling onto his bokken.