it sees the other’s eyes flicker to its swords. faithful, after all these years, they hang light by its side. fingers curl round familiar handholds, for an unspoken challenge hangs in the air. reshiram has never been one to read the mood, but there is something malevolent, something violent in the air. perhaps its the- oh yes, the giant fucking cannon on this… necrozma’s arm.
reshiram has not had a good fight in a long time, and it can smell the power seething from this enemy. you can learn a lot about someone by crossing swords with them!
a delighted hiss, and it skips sideways, ever so slightly. it might seem innocent, but its the beginnings of an evasive, swift dart. it remembers the battlefield, the crackle of thunder and the slam of a spear against the ground. it truly hasn’t had a fight like this in centuries, since zekrom has gone all pacifist now.
“light taker, huh? well, i don’t think i’d have much of that for you to take. light isn’t entirely my speciality. they call me reshiram- bringer of truth and justice! now, tell me, angel of death- do you lie?”
and the swords, a pair of dual rapiers, come flashing out, and sparks fly. and then there’s flame everywhere, dancing on the blades, round reshiram, round necrozma. it’s an obvious, unsubtle challenge, brash and blatant and bright. and it might just be reshiram’s biggest mistake its made in centuries.
▼ ━━ A HISS echoes around the battleground, the canon steaming from its last shot. It’s only the start of its powerful build-up━ there’s far more to this weapon than meets the eye. Necrozma watches the other dodge gracefully to the side, a low rumbling sound building in the depths of her throat; so this being had NO Light. It was wasting her time, but it had antagonised her enough that she wanted to CRUSH its skull beneath her claws.
Whether that meant death, or not.
Flames burst into action around her, and its enough of a THREAT to set the PRISM GODS motions into action. She throws out her other hand, talons clicking rhythmically as she leaps for the other Legend, arcing the canon up into the air to bring it CRASHING DOWN towards Reshiram. The hand outstretched jabs forwards, parrying against a rapier that screeches across the area.
▼ ❝ YOU have made a MISTAKE, foolish dragon. Your will to fight against a GOD will be your downfall, and I shall enjoy when your blood spills beneath my grasp. ❞▲