"By the Gods..." Apollo mumbled, raising an eyebrow. The Doomsday simulation was walking menacingly toward the team, tossing simulated cars out of the way like they were made of foam. Alex was instantly aware of the fact that he was unarmed and unarmored. He had expected to have time or warning before a simulation started. Now, for the second time, Apollo was unprepared for a fight. He had no bow, no armour. Luke cowered behind him, and Apollo suddenly felt responsible for his teammate's safety. I may not have my bow, or my armour, but I am still the son of a God, he thought, squaring his shoulders in forced-confidence. Without a second thought, he rushed towards the Doomsday simulation and leaped into the air, delivering a knee to the creature's face. It hurt a lot, but it seemed to have an effect.

 Doomsday staggered back a few steps, then glared at Apollo, who steadied himself in a hand-to-hand combat stance, remembering his training from Wonder Woman. Doomsday sauntered forward casually for a few steps, and then threw a punch square into Apollo's chest, sending him flying back toward Luke. As he tumbled through the air, he wondered if the technology that powered the simulation would know when to stop pummeling them...