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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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The sudden increase in pressure caused Apollo's bones to creak. Yet, he continued forwards anyway. As for the lightning around him, it had become extremely violent, jumping around like overly excited children.

Then, it began to gather.

However, it didn't become a lightning bolt, but rather, a miniature lightning dragon. Once it had formed, it created a pressure of its own, considerably relieving the burden of pressure.

As for Yzan, he was only expecting a spar that would last one exchange, maybe two. From what he could tell, this was going to last a while if Apollo was just going to stand back up each time.

And as such, it longer wanted to play around. It sucked in a deep breath and opened its mouth wide. A giant ball of black flame formed at the end of his mouth.

As for Apollo, winds began to stir around him, causing the snow to lift and his hair to dance wildly. It gradually became corporeal, creating grey colored winds that obscured his figure.