It's a little disappointing that she doesn't actually knock him out (god what a laugh she would have had if she did), but she'll take the bleeding nose too. It means she's done some damage, and when he backs up, she takes another step forward. Not enough to close the distance he's created, but enough to look like a bit like an angered animal reclaiming her territory.

Apollo stands and watches as he... does what looks to be some sort of healing magic on his nose. She isn't familiar with magic so immediately she's on edge, although once she realizes he doesn't seem to intend on using offensive magic, she eases up a bit.

"Fuck off, I'm always violent." There's some truth to that, at least.

And oh, wow, look at that. Suddenly there's a voice asking if there's a problem, and naturally, Apollo's immediate reaction is to shriek. It isn't a fearful noise though - no, it's pure frustration. Fucking dragons, gods almighty. Whipping her head over to direct her glare at Deathwing, she barks at him too. "What, what the fuck d'you want? You want me to throw the blacksworn leader into the fire, huh? That what you're tellin' me to do?"

She isn't keen on the idea of following a dragon's orders, but once she's done yelling at him, she's looking back to Qilby. And she sees that wary, oh she sees it. And so she advances on him, whether she actually intends to attack him or not.