@resfebxr has been spotted...!
Target sighted! Target locked...
A voice suddenly interrupts the quietness for a split second, directing attention to a specific location along side of a harsh steep mountain. Scratching could be heard... unusual, mechanical scratching. Almost as if whatever was clawing at the outer layer of rock was becoming frustrated over something.
The noise stopped for a moment, becoming eerily quiet.
A high pitched beeping sound clicks from the rocks as a sudden glossy black claw appears from behind it, grasping and crushing it within its grasp in order to rise up from the hard surface below.
A light suddenly glowing brightly, the being stopped, directing its attention at a single trainer that happened to be within its sights.
They looked... familiar. Why did they look familiar? That face. Those eyes. The ball latched to them that radiated with such a delicious looking light... but also them, too. What would they do if it moved towards the human?
Necrozma crept forward, down the steep slope, iron claws scraping against rock as it held its claw out, almost as if wanting to touch the trainer with its palm.