Apollo drew his sword and took a deep steady breath, he looked at the multiple targets ahead ahead of him and gripped his sword tightly.
Without making a sound, and with the speed of light, the god slashed through his targets in mere seconds without even breaking a sweat.
Hermès cringed as his eyes followed the path of Apollo's blade, striking the points in which vital organs would have resided in an actual human being. He couldn't help but shudder at the brute strength and precision that his brother possessed. Apollo was truly a force to be reckoned with.
After every target in his path was practically ripped to shreds, Apollo placed his blade back in his sheath and smiled at Hermès.
"How'd I do?"
"Why don't we just send you to the battlefield while we watch from the bleachers."
Hermes walked over to one of the dummies Apollo had decapitated and kicked it lightly. "Could you at lease save some for me next time?"
