Altogether, four of the winged reformed beings surrounded Apollo and Layla, while the heavily injured one flew far away, but stopped soon to watch over the situation.
Apollo hovered in the air, simply watching the winged reformed beings around him. His bokken casually rested to his side, while he turned his head around a few times, but lost interest quickly.
It was as though the appearance of the winged reformed beings was nothing more than a piece of dust flying past him.
Though faint giggles continued to seep from his lips.
As for Layla, her legs were still latched onto Apollo's waist, while her hands rested on Apollo's shoulders. She stretched her neck and back to look at the winged reformed beings around her.
Her tail swayed in curiosity.
"Hmm... new friends? But why are friends so shy?"
