'Freya hits like a tank, what the fuck?' Bob stood with a straight face, resisting the strong urge to straighten his jaw. He turned to Apollo who was now completely silent, then to Freya who glared the sharpest daggers at Leslie, "Apollo, we want to advance areas. Is there anything you want?"
Leslie and Freya bickered angrily in the background, and Apollo raised his head. Bob stood with a calm gleam in his eyes, feeling proud that he got to teach one of these young masters that it was an important art to always respect their elders, but—
"You should be glad Freya stopped you, or you would've been dead minutes ago." As Apollo and Bob locked their gaze, the temperature dropped a few hundred degrees and they both froze. Apollo smirked, "Even though you are weak, you are quite bold."
