He dodges back, but not fast enough, not expecting the increase in reach and especially not anticipating how fast Apocalypse can be when he wants to. His chest gets a long slash cut into it, drawing a wince, but little hesitation. He'll have to try not to underestimate the tyrant again.
He flies upward towards the monster's face, trying to shoulder-ram under Apocalypse's chin.
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