Disgrace

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.

The Laughing Swordsman

After Apollo retreated, Layla pushed off the ground to hop back on her feet. She smiled cheekily, as though proud of how easily she was holding up.

Like before, Layla did not give chase. She waited for Apollo to make his move.

"Hehehe... I am really strong, right friend?"

He kept laughing, but it gradually became quieter until he could hear his own thoughts.

Wasn't he limiting himself by just remaining on the ground?

Layla had already used her legs in order to fight with him, making her way of fighting more dynamic. On the other hand, he was only slashing directly towards her.

Of course, Apollo couldn't really replicate what Layla was doing. After all, he was using a sword, and only really knew how to fight using that. As for the strange breakdancing fighting style Layla did, that would just be too hard for him.

Like a Tornado