Apollo had spent a lot of energy using the chariot, more than he would have liked although he wasn't going to let on about that. He was Apollo, God of the Sun and nine-million other things, and now he was here to be the greatest uncle he could be. It would be damn great too, considering he was just that damn good.
Noticing just how giant 'Puppy' was as he heard Deimos squeal at him, Apollo prepared himself for the oncoming tackle. Admittedly, it had been a while since he had this type of experience but he was easily able to catch his flailing nephew while he avoided as much damage as possible. While he considered himself at the pinnacle of manly health a well-aimed elbow could fell even the most stout of men. Thankfully, he was good at judging how to keep himself safe from such things. "Deimos, hello!"