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.
