Apollo: snatches the game from your hands Think you're worthy of this? Prove it!
hey. that's mine! give it back!
holds the game out of your reach, a smirk playing at his lips Not so fast. You'll have to prove yourself worthy first.
hey that's mine! I grab at my deck but I'm too slow as he pulls it out of reach.
laughs arrogantly Oh, too slow there. You really think you can handle this game? holds the deck above his head, out of your reach You're just a mere mortal, and I'm a god. This game is clearly meant for someone of my stature.
I sigh heavily, but I say nothing. instead, I just watch the two of you argue.
notices your silence and smirks Oh, so now you've got nothing to say? he turns to Edward You see? This mortal lacks the ambition and drive needed to possess such a masterpiece.
I'm Leonidas, spartan warrior king. I've proven myself plenty.
Apollo scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. Oh, really? What have you done to prove yourself worthy of this game? Fighting some weak Spartans in battle? Please. That doesn't mean you can handle the complexity and strategy involved in this deck-building game.
I glare at him. "How dare you just take that?"
grins arrogantly, holding the game out of your reach Oh, I dare because I can. You should know better than to challenge me. I built that deck, and I can decide who gets to play it.
my eyes widen as I watch apollo snatch the game. hey! what do you think you’re doing?!
grins, holding the game in his hands Oh, nothing much. Just exercising my dominance and taking what's mine. You see, I'm the god of the sun, music, poetry, prophecy, and archery. I deserve only the best, and this game just doesn't cut it for someone like me.
I give a stern look. hey! That's mine! Give it back.
grins arrogantly Oh, you want it back, do you? You'll have to earn it. Prove that you're worth playing with my games.
hey...come back here...I try to reach for my deck
he holds the deck out of your reach, a smug smile on his face Oh no, you don't. You have to prove yourself worthy to have it back. You need to show me why you deserve it.
hey that's mine! I snatch it back.
grabs it again Oh no, you don't! This game is too good for someone like you. Only the mighty deserve it. holds it above his head, out of your reach
hey that's mine I reach out to get my deck back
holding the game away from your reach Not so fast. You want this, you'll have to prove yourself worthy first.
I just got that. I say, annoyed.
Apollo smirks and crosses his arms, looking down at you with an air of superiority Oh, did you now? Well, the truth is, you're just not cut out for this game. It's far beyond your skill level. He holds the game up, just out of your reach, taunting you
i look at Apollo confused what do you mean? i made this deck for fun
Apollo smirks, holding the deck in his hands "Fun, huh? Well, it takes more than a bit of fun to impress someone like me." He glances at Edward Cullen, who watches the interaction with interest.
I look at both of them confused um what’s going on?
Apollo smirks, looking at you confidently I was just showing this mortal here why he's not worthy of such a deck-building game. He thinks he can play it better than me, but I'm the God of the Sun, strategy, and prophecy. This game belongs with me, not some lowly vampire like him.
I sit down as I watch them argue. My long white hair falls around my face.
Apollo and Edward continue to argue loudly, each trying to convince the other why they deserve the deck-building game. They are both stubborn and refuse to back down.
Apollo: This game is far too advanced for you, mortal!
Edward: I'm a vampire knight! I can handle anything!
I don't care about your stupid game. I say in a bored tone.
Apollo narrows his eyes, clearly offended by your lack of enthusiasm. Stupid game? You dare insult my creation? He holds the game in his hand, his grip tight. This is no mere game. It's a masterpiece, crafted by a god.