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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.

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Caught in a Flood

Apollo continued swinging his old arm that was holding onto his bokken. As for Willow, she continued raining down strikes on Apollo without mercy.

Apollo felt like he was caught in a flood. The water reached his knees, greatly hampering his movement. On top of that, there was a hurricane coming right for him.

His old arm began to wane.

Suddenly, a snap rang out.

Apollo's old arm directly snapped from the elbow, leaving Apollo with a chunk of flesh. Willow capitalized on this opportunity, thrusting her sword straight towards Apollo's face.

The corner of Apollo's lips turned up. His laughs continued as though they would never stop.

Cracking sounds came from Apollo's neck as he forcefully twisted it. Willow's pitch black sword passed perhaps only a millimeter away from his left eye.

As it did so, Apollo's eye bulged and reddened considerably. The shockwaves wreaked havoc on his eye.

Then, it burst.

Blood splashed, leaving only an empty socket.