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He sighed, swinging his legs over the edge as he smiles, his hair fluttering around his face.
"Beautiful evening, isn't it, Blade?"
At that, the man behind him tensed, his had going to the axe at his side, his signature weapon. It has a dark, wooden handle, and is made with steel, the blade being coated with a weakness potion.
"So." He ground out, "You know I'm here."
"That I do, Blood God. That I do." The boy said easily, still not looking at him.
"You're pretty popular, I hear."
"Am I? I don't really pay much attention to my popularity or whatever other shit goes on about me. Especially online. It's mostly just fuckin' bullshit praise. Half of it isn't even real, too."
"Is that so. I think it's pretty hard not to pay attention."
"Yeah, I guess. I don't fuckin- actively seek it out or whatever, though. Why're you here, anyways? Like, I don't see why The Blood God or whatever is interested in me. Although, I did hear that at least one of the fuckin'- leaders of the Syndicate or whatever meet every villain, vigilante, and hero who's gotten popular. Is that true, Blade?"
"Of course. We're not incompetent. Regardless, I'd want to meet you anyways. After all, you don't have that much info on you. Normally, by the time someone's gotten as popular as you are, something is known. Whether it's their general age, like with Zephyrus, the fact that they have a dog, like Warden, or the fact that they're a parent, like now-retired Captain, the public always knows something. And yet... you're a mystery. Nobody knows anything. Not about your job, not about any pets, not about family, not about friends, not about who you live with or even if you live with someone, not how old you are, I mean, like, nobody even knows what your power is. You're interesting."
"Wow, I'm flattered. THE Blood God, interested in me. Of course, it's to be expected, since I'm just so awesome and amazing and great and the biggest man ever. I'm not telling you jackshit, by the way. I keep my life private for a fuckin' reason, and if you pry, I'll fuckin murder you, asshat."
"Apollo, you won't win against me, even with your mystery powers. I don't understand why you're so confident in yourself." The Blood God said in a monotone, bored voice.
"Actually, I would fucking win, you bastard," Apollo said easily, finally standing up and turning around to look at the villain. "I mean, as much as you're the fucking number two villain or whatever, part of the Syndicate, one of the Emerald Duo, scariest villain out there, yadayadayada, blablabla, it doesn't matter. If I wanted to hurt you, I definitely fucking could, and I also probably could get away with it without a fucking scratch, asshole. There's a reason people say I could beat anybody, I'm fuckin' amazing, and I also have an advantage because you don't know what my power is."
"You're interesting, Apollo. I don't understand why you think you could beat me, of all people." Blood God said, a hint of curiosity sneaking into his usually emotionless voice.
"Do you want to fuckin' fight, then? If I win, I fucking win, and if you win, I tell you what my power is? No tricks, no help from others, no super fuckin' unfair gadgets, no running, no hiding, no killing one another, and no doing irreversible damage. Other than damaging your fucking pride. Also, no bombs, I actually care about property damage." Apollo said with a giggle.
Frowning even deeper, not that Apollo could see it, Blade gave a slow, careful nod.
"That works for me."
Immediately lunging at Apollo, The Blood God takes out his axe and swings it as he attempts to tackle the boy, however, Apollo quickly dodges out of the way and spreads his wings, beating into the air and summoning his golden bow, that's already got an arrow ready to go. Shooting at The Blood God, Apollo aimed for his right knee and shot, hitting his target and causing him to led out a hiss of pain. Seeping a stroke into the man Apollo watches as he twitches, starting to stumble as he starts dragging his left led and arm besides him as if he can't move them, then collapsing with a groan before Apollo goes down, whispers into his ear, "I win, Blood God." and reaches out to move his hand over Blade's heart, healing him.
"Wuh...ah...tuh..." The Blood God started with slurred speech, trailing off as he tried to comprehend what just happened.
"The fuck? Yeah, I'm awesome. Anyways," Apollo said casually. "I gotta go to work, I've got a shift in 'bout half an hour. Bye!" Leaving the shell-shocked Blade alone, Apollo runs off into the distance, giggling as he jump from rooftop to rooftop.
Meanwhile, The Blood God is calling his partner in crime via com. "Zephyrus. We've got more of a problem with this kid than we thought. Not to mention Chat's reaction to him."
"Oh? What's up with Chat? Do they like him or something?" A voice crackles through the coms.
"Chat, the all-knowing beings that live in my head and make me thirst for blood, who always boast about being immortal, who has clear opinions on everybody and either love them or hate them, usually hate, who has never been scared, even when I was actively dying, are saying that Apollo can kill them, and they sound scared."
"Oh... well that's... a problem..."
"I noticed. What should we do? He's obviously dangerous."
"Yeah... I think we just need to not piss him off, really. I mean, he's know in the underground for healing anybody he comes across, no matter who they are, so we could probably just stay neutral with him. Anyways, we can talk about this next Syndicate meeting. For now, you need to do you regular patrol of the Syndicate's territory."
"Yeah... yeah, I'll do that right now." Blade said, going off into the distance as he turned his com off. He had work to do. Villain work.