Apollo continued to push through the black energy, maintaining the energy of the dragon the best he could. The black energy still wasn't anything to scoff at though, The form of the dragon head distorted greatly, both twisted and dimming.
Nonetheless, Apollo continued pushing through.
It was rocky, almost like he could collapse entirely at any moment, almost as though he was on a ship in the middle of a violent storm.
However, Apollo continued getting closer. He didn't stop for a single second, just pushing onwards. The sensation was painful, not physically, but mentally. It was as though his very mind was being distorted as the wind dragon was, giving him an unfamiliar pain.
However, Apollo continued to laugh, shooting forwards without any restraint. He was pointing his bokken forwards from within the dragon head and had no intention of pointing it anywhere else.
