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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 · Fantasi
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Hit On The Head

Willow stumbled forward a few feet due to the fact she hit the ground fairly hard.

As for Apollo, he miscalculated.

He simply did his strike as soon as he regained control. It canceled out his momentum and even sent him upwards.

...However, he was now falling from fifteen meters up in the air.

Apollo felt the wind blow his hair back.

His face twitched.

"...It seems I've been a little too has-"

He was interrupted by a violent slam into the ground.

Willow was unable to catch him, as she was still stumbling while that transpired. As for Layla, she spread her arms out, holding them high into the sky.

There had been a bright smile on her face.

She fully intended on catching Apollo.

...However, she was over two meters away from Apollo's actual landing point.

In the end, while Layla was looking up into the sky, Apollo crashed into the ground over two meters to her left.