We get too see another angel fully.
Pyrrha started to put on the new weapons as the felt kind of weird around her wrists. "Huh," She stated as she turned them around, "This this is how Yang's arms feels like." Palutena giggled a bit, "Good luck Pyrrha." Pyrrha smiled and ran out the door.
"So how did you exactly managed to make this?" Pyrrha asked as she started to fly and shoot down Underworld troops. "Well, I based them off your memories of Yang. I modified them to fit the weapon type you're using, and gave them a bit more power." Pyrrha commented that she can tell, seeing how they shoot faster then Ember Celica, and only a bit more powerful. She jumped from enemy to enemy, as if she was parkour master, and shooting them down to earth. "Hey, this is kind of fun!" She started to laugh a bit, "BOOM! YOU'RE DONE FOR! BOOM! HEAD SHOT! FEEL MY FLAMING FISTS!" Palutena laughed a bit, "Looks like someone's power blind." Pyrrha flew up to a Fort Oink and punched it in face, over and over again until she heard a 'crunch'. She saw the fortress up a head, she had a bit of a darker smirk on her face. She flew up to a Komayto, flew above it, and punched it so hard it flew into the fortress' upper wall, and smashed it down. She slowly landed and shook her head, "Remind me to only used these every so often... I don't want to loose control again... But right now it feels so right!"
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An angel was standing in the top of the tower when that happened. He sighed and looked over too his troops. "Well, what are you guys standing here for?" He asked, "Go do something. Get the Clubberskulls to get her. And bringing me my club." An Eggplant Wizard handed him a large club engulfed in flames. He smiled and took the club, "Thank you. You get the live for a bit longer." He spun it around causing its flames to catch on his tunic, changing it into Gaol like armor. "That's better." He walked to the main hall and smiled at what he saw. Pyrrha was taking on all the strongest enemies he had sent head on. He watched as she upper cut a Tortolunk into the air, and beat it to a bloody pulp while in the air. With each sound of a shoot, the angel smirked. He finally figured to let his troops to stop dying just for the sake of dying and called at Pyrrha. "I welcome thee, Miss Nikos. I am Apollo. The Angel of Darkness, and Medusa's personal captain to her armies. I see you are just attractive with your full strength as with none. Now, shall we fight for our causes? Prove that you are my Equal in combat!" He jumped down and slammed his club against the floor making it brake causing fire to spit up from the cracks.
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Apollo, The Angel of Blacken Fire.
Pyrrha started to fire a few rounds into him, hoping he would be as easy at his troops. He just shrugged them off and ran up to her and smashed her with the Club, "You know, she was going to send Hewdraw over here. But I wanted to fight you personally." "I'm flattered." She shot back with an unamused tone. She flew up to him and tried to land a hit with her claws, but he grabbed her arm and sniffed her hair, "Mmm... The smell of embers are still on you from when you died." Pyrrha shoved him away and punched his jaw, only for him to respond with the fact he was a pyromaniac. "Why did you make him such a jerk Palutena?" She asked her goddess, "Hey! He was like that when I revived him! I can't help it!" Pyrrha dodged a massive swing from Apollo's club and fired on him when he started to pick it up. He smirked and made a wall of fire in front of him and started to throw orbs at her. "You can hit those back at him." Pyrrha punched the orbs back to Apollo and rushed him with a barrage of punches. Apollo smirked, "You're pretty good. Maybe we'll see each other again?" He flew out and knocked over the tower. "Let's get you out of there." Palutena pulled out her angel from the falling building.