Things got so bad for Apollo he couldn't tell which side was up or down anymore and while he was no stranger to pain like other gods who didn't start their lives as humans like himself, it had been a long time since he experienced it. Still, he endured it with a smile on his face knowing the soldiers would need to reload at some point or the hunters would get tired, after all their technology was flawed and they were only humans.
"You seem like a well read person, what point is there in telling stories about overwhelming victory? Plot twists are the best part." Apollo spoke the first chance he got.
"You're not winning this one, pal." Jon looked down at Apollo before stomping him, only now his feet got caught by the god of poetry with an amused smile.
"Oh, really? Will they keep firing at me if I do this?" Apollo stood up without letting go of Jon despite his persistent kicks and struggles to be released. "or this?" Apollo clenched his fist cracking Jon's bones.
