Apollo could feel his flesh decay and a strong numb feeling spread from his wound.
His bokken flashed, decimating the creature that bit him.
However, that did not stop the decay. The only consolation was that it slowed.
Apollo's eyes widened.
He continued swinging his bokken, however, it was getting harder to move his leg.
Part of it was because of the numbness spreading from his wound, but it was mostly because his leg was disappearing altogether.
Apollo laughed like that one guy in a group who found a joke way too funny.
His chest was bitten.
It was getting harder to breathe.
His shoulder was bitten.
It was getting harder to move his arm.
His neck was bitten.
It was getting harder to stay conscious.
However, the thought of defeat didn't even cross his mind.
Apollo's body rapidly heated up. The decay slowed to a stop.
Then, his wounds healed at a rate visible to the naked eye.
There was an ominous smile growing on Apollo's face.
His bokken thrashed.
