Apollo slowly swung his bokken, as though he didn't care about how fast the black tendrils were approaching him. The blue lightning covering his bokken crackled violently, as though it wanted to roar out in anger.
The black tendrils got far too close for comfort, which would make any sane person anxious. Even the most patient person would be desperately trying to swing faster. But not Apollo.
He wasn't exactly sane, after all.
Apollo's eyes widened. The sharp end of a black tendril appeared right in front of his pupil. There was even a reflection of the black tendril on the glossy surface of Apollo's eye.
But at that moment, a thunderclap rang out.
A wave of lightning exploded forth. Like an unending tidal wave, it swallowed up the black tendrils, reducing them to ash. The wave of lightning continued on, but seemed to lose power dramatically as it continued to disintegrate the tendrils, before disappearing altogether.
