Apollo came streaking in like a blazing meteor across the skies. Except he wasn't nearly as fast, not nearly as bright, and not nearly as powerful.
'Vector Class.' Grey noted instantly. However, he could feel the pressure coming off of Apollo was orders of magnitude compared to any of the Vanguard Classes he had fought until now.
He had only just finished the thought when Apollo was instantly upon him.
'Fast.' Grey's eyes narrowed.
Rings of white gold formed beneath Apollo's feet and Grey recognized it as some active form of Wrath Coronation.
'You can use it like that?' Grey blinked, a spear appearing between his brows.
He bent back in a dodge, kicking his heel up at Apollo's chin. The solid echo of a connection rang through the air and Apollo was sent three meters into the air.
