Several wooden spikes rapidly closed in on Apollo. They were not only sturdy, but would follow his path, making them very difficult to dodge.
Apollo was able to handle one wooden spike, but not two.
He looked towards the black flame match he was holding onto by pinching from under his clothes. The majority of the match had been burnt through, but still enough to last a decent amount of time.
Without hesitation, he grabbed onto the match.
Apollo's vision beyond ten meters immediately disappeared while he himself disappeared from Otis' vision.
The wooden spikes continued forth towards his last location, but since they were no longer tracking him, Apollo easily flew out of the way.
Otis clenched his fist.
"Show yourself, coward!"
He was a bit of a hypocrite considering Otis was hiding within the foliage, but the technicalities weren't too important to him right now.