A tree branch, half the length of an average man's arm and so thin that even a small child could break it without effort. Light brown with a small twig at the very end and a light green leaf at the tip of that twig, threatening to fall with the slightest disturbance.
Apollo pointed it toward Yohan, who stood a few meters below him. The wind blew, messing with his hair and causing his robes to flap.
"You!" Yohan squinted at the challenge. He didn't attack yet, instead observing the masked man standing dozens of steps above him. This man was only about four feet tall, more akin to a child's height. Wait… suspicion suddenly rose within his heart. Is this fool just a kid? Nevertheless, the masked man dared to provoke him, which greatly infuriated him. He would never let others think of him as a pushover, even if it was just a kid. "Haha, you're not afraid of death, are you?!"