"Don't worry, hunny, I have a strict ladies first policy in all other areas," said Zelos, flirting out of a habit far too ingrained to break. His attention was entirely focused on Apocalypse, despite what his libido thought about the subject. "Thunder Blade isn't working, eh? Good thing that's not the only thing up my well-filled sleeves. Eruption!"
The ground directly underneath Apocalypse began to crack and bubble before lava shot forth out of it, threatening damage to (and, indeed, only even touching) Apocalypse. It did nothing more than cause the big blue freak to look down at the curious sensation of heat, but that was more than had been happening with Thunder Blade. The spell faded and the ground healed itself, and, apparently, so did Apocalypse.