Her mind doesn't go in quite the same directions as Qilby does, for the obvious reasons of their differing worlds, but it isn't as if she doesn't consider what it's like to die as well, even if it's only a fleeting thought. What is it like to die, and what happens when she dies here? Like her opponent, she isn't exactly eager to figure that one out.

So it comes as a relief when Qilby decides to forfeit. Nevermind the fact that the both of them really had fought themselves into a standstill, and that she had come just as close to death as he had. She was the one to lay out the options, and he was the one to choose from them - to her, that's the important part.

Only when she hears the obsidian shatters does she lower her weapon. "Good." She responds, a smug little look cropping up on her face, clearly seeming to have taken this as a win whether anyone else is going to agree with her or not. Not entirely sure if she trusts him to honour the decision, Apollo puts a bit of distance between them by taking a couple steps backward, refusing to turn her back to him. But once she feels relatively safe, she releases a breath that she hadn't even realized she had been holding, and immediately puts her hand on Metalhead's back to support herself as the tension in her body unravels and the adrenaline hiding the aches in her body begins to fade away.