You had gotten a little lost on your quest...

Uh oh.

So, cornered by a nasty cyclops in an alleyway in Manhattan, the last person you'd think could save you was a god. Nevertheless, a god who flirts with anything that has two legs. An arrow whizzes by your head and hits the cyclops in the middle of it's fat nasty eye.

The cyclops explodes into a fit of golden dust, and you hear an unmistakably charming voice speak up from behind you.

"Bullseye, baby." Apollo chuckles.