#deadlock shitpost

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Apollo: Next question; planet with the most amount of moons! GO LEFT, NOW!

As he shouted the warning, Graves and him both nearly dodged Lash slamming himself onto them. Instead, the stevedore plummeted back down onto the now crumbled pavement, shaking his hands to quell the sudden painful sensation hitting them, while Apollo wastes no time engaging in a clash with the egotistical street brawler.

Graves: SATURN! DUCK!

It was Apollo's turn to follow the hint, ducking and evading a punch from Lash. However the brawler wasn't fast enough for his second attacker, as Graves hurls a fully filled glass jar of dead-heads right at his face. Once the jar breaks, shattered fragments of cooked sand into his face making him hiss in pain, he was then greeted to a swarm of floating skeletal heads, with an ominous green flames emitting from them. As he gazed in horror and confusion , they began to assault him with their jaws, ripping skin and flesh off him while he screamed in shock and confusion.

Apollo: Correct. Now, you give me one.

Graves: Alright, uh....oh! Which planet is called the Bull's eye's?

Apollo: Easy, it's- Hold that thought, excuse me. Itani lo sahn...

Apollo dashes past Graves, puncturing his fencing sword through the chest of a stunned Mina, who takes in the swift strike before Apollo gives her a smirk then pulls his sword out, having the wanna-be vamp fall on the pavement lifelessly.

Apollo: You're welcome for saving your life. Also, the answer is Uranus.

Graves: Pfft-

Apollo: What?

Graves: One swift hit? 'Bull's eye.'

Graves: What is it this time?

Apollo: Such hostility, and you haven't even heard what I wanted to say.

Graves: Uuugh...whatever Golden boy. Just make it quick.

Apollo: Yeah, yeah. From the day we met to now, I only saw you as a soon-to-be skeletal remains in some botched experiment you and your 'mentor' usually are dealing.

Graves: Gee, thanks for the compliment.

Apollo: Lemme finish! But...I have to admit that such visions aren't halfway true. You're a capable necromancer yourself, and more as you improve I might add.

Graves: ....Aaand?

Apollo: And what? There's nothing else more to say. You've peaked my interest further than others here, and that's quite an achievement.

Graves: Wow, I'm so honored.

Apollo: You should be. *Begins walking off*

Graves: ...Hey, Apollo?

Apollo: *Turns back around, tails slowly swaying side to side.* Yes Darcy?

Graves: You...you aren't as hateful, and from everyone I'd wish to die and join my undead army...I'd rather you just be laid to rest.

Apollo: Huh. Bit miffed and appalled you'd still be the death of me, but at least you give me the satisfaction of dying, and seeing some loved ones I've missed.

Graves: Better savor it, best you're getting out of me.

Apollo: I count on it. Thank you, Graves.

Graves: Hm. Never mention it again, Apollo....you're welcome.

Apollo: *Ear twitches* What was that?