Sparkles of light accompanied by an intense heat began to dance on the evening night. Two streaks of blue light began moving and destroying the area without holding back. It was a beautiful sight yet destructive at the same time.
Apollo was calculating his and his opponent's moves, making sure he was one step ahead of the flow of the battle.
"I still haven't landed a single hit" Sergio thought while copying one of Apollo's earlier spells.
A lance made up of lightning was formed however that move was within Apollo's calculation.
It was a bluish-white light, brilliant and jagged mass of electricity, extending from the sky to the ground.
Apollo saw how the clouds generated a bolt of lightning and went towards the lance Sergio was making. A grin emerges on his face, thinking his lance has become more powerful than the one Apollo used before.
