Sorano hissed as Apollo's gun hit her, causing her to fall to the sand. Interesting... Some type of ability to repel illusions? A truth spell of sorts, it seemed to be. However, the pocket watch was out of her reach now, and tucked safely in Apollo's hand. He then turned, complimenting her, and proceeded taunt her in a way that Sorano shook off easily without emotions.
What to do now... Sorano kept her eyes carefully on Apollo's stance and where his weapon was, realizing that though she was smaller, he could still beat her easily if she charged recklessly. No, she would have to do something else.
She focused, trying to form a mirror, then frowned as nothing happened. Letter magic didn't work either. Her auric form wouldn't manifest, and Luna's abilities seemed to have disappeared. Even a flip of the hourglass inside did nothing. Apparently, magic could not exist here, evident as her guild mate's spells faded away as well. They were both at a disadvantage in a way, as Sorano knew much of Apollo's gun was based on magic. She palmed a dart, as an emergency resort. She would rather not attack first, and come up with a strategy of sorts instead.
She scanned the environment swiftly, looking for things to help. A memory opened up as her gaze slid across the sand, something Anna had said once. "There's no such thing as honorable, or fair battle, Sorano. I mean, you're hurting someone else, and they're hurting you! So why not fight dirty?" The blonde mage had then flung a fistful of leaf mulch at Sorano, blinding the girl. A good technique to impair vision and often slow people down. She knelt forward, already moving, and used the inside of her shield to scoop up a good amount of white Tenroujima sand, before flinging it towards Apollo.
As she did it, she calmly answered Apollo's question, an answer that wouldn't have to changed regardless of the truth spell or not. "I joined to turn a new leaf, to redeem myself. To...make up for past sins," she said smoothly, while throwing herself downwards, towards Apollo's legs. Pulling back a leg, she smashed it into his knee, right where she knew a certain sensitive point was. Not an excellent pressure point, but it would probably push his legs out from under him. Even if she was smaller, Apollo didn't look like the big sturdy type. She then sent a fistful of sand towards his face while once more grabbing at the pocket watch. She wasn't about to fail this exam, magic or no magic.
Dart Count: 30
Arrow Count: 20