That was the answer she wanted.
<<…I’m impressed. You have the guts to even tell me, a goddess, who can smite you if I was angered, that you have changed your ways. That you admitted that you did wrong, but still are willing to do good. Most selfish people are often too scared to face the full judgment of mine, let alone the Judgment of Arceus. There are, of course, still things to work on, like your temper… but still, it is most admirable to admit wrong.>>
<<…however, we still need to fight for the right, shall we not? Beware that I shall not hold back. I fully expect you not to, either!>>
Mist swirls around the Battlefield!
It came in like the odor resonating from a swamp, encompassing all in its vicinity. Wukong couldn’t help but shield his eyes from the mystic energy surging forth. It was so immaculate and so powerful that the hearts of the unworthy would have felt crushed. But not Wukong’s. Instead, with a mighty hand brushing the glitter away from his eyes, Wukong prepared.
He knew just by looking at the Tapu that a frontal assault was pointless. Her godly power was like a spider’s dominance over an ant. She held with her a level of opulent strength that couldn’t be outweighed with strength alone. If he was going to make any dent in their battle, he’d have to focus. He’d have to concentrate. He’d have to believe. And he’d have to think.
With the fight now moments away from starting, Wukong’s heart pounded furiously. It started with a small drum, but now it was bashing against the confines of his chest. It commanded him with absolute ferocity to find a weak point when there yet wasn’t one, and for a moment he was confused. However, as he glanced about the battlefield, a thought cascaded itself into his brain in a plea.
The mist. Use her own mist!
No yell, growl, or sound escaped from Wukong’s savage voice as he darted towards the Tapu. His eyes remained as merciless as a predator as his brows furrowed, fangs bared and determined. As the distance between them closed within a mere second, Wukong jammed his pole into the ground. With his nimble and athletic body, he had no problem using momentum to his advantage as he, as swift as lightning, vaulted over the Tapu with skill.
As his body spiraled throughout the mystical air, Wukong’s grip remained steadfast on his staff. He found himself feet first upon the ground after hitting the arc of his jump, but he did not stop. With his adrenaline still pumping he dived straight to the left, his agile body now masked by the mist. There was no telling of where he was now that he was coated by such power, but Wukong knew of her general direction. And as a smirk crawled upon his face in confidence, Wukong felt secure in believing she only had two options.
Either she would be forced to expel her own mist and lose her only advantage, or she’d attack with a guess. It mattered not in the end, however, for Wukong had all the cover he needed to ready his fist. It was already beginning to channel the energy needed for his Thunder Punch, and by now his fist was cocked. It was determined. And like a viper stalking the very prey it sought to devour, it would not be deterred.
