The Instructor's voice had barely dropped when Apollo moved. He lowered his body and closed the distance quickly.
Arriving before Logan, his sword cut straight at the red-eyed boy's torso.
'Fuck you.'
Logan cursed inwardly, leaning back to avoid the strike. The blade barely missed him, leaving a trail of crackling energy in the air.
As if anticipating this, Apollo pressed forward, his strikes decisive and ruthless.
Logan felt pressured as he desperately tried to avoid Apollo's attacks. He was immediately forced into a defensive position, unable to retaliate. Being forced like that—he hated it.
"Piss off!"
With a burst of renewed vigor, Logan grabbed Apollo's sword. The blade scratched against his gauntlet, unable to cut through cleanly.
Without wasting any motion, Logan threw a punch with his other hand.
Apollo wasn't dismayed. Instead, he grinned and threw his own fist covered in dark purple lightning.
Boom!
