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Sombra roared and slammed his fists into the ground, sending an earth-shattering tremor across the forest. A tremor so mighty that even the mountains trembled to his power. Even Ghidorah lost his footing and crumbled slightly, the hydra shrieking. With that, Sombra began his charge. Ghidorah saw him and flapped his wings anyway, kicking off the ground to gain his advantage in the air.
But lost his breath when Sombra kicked off the ground all the same and gored him directly into the mountain.
The sounds of an avalanche came shortly after Ghidorah’s agonized cries. For it was Foal Mountain he had tackled Ghidorah into, the remains of the once-mighty peak collapsing in a dust cloud of tremendous boulders. Seeing such, Sombra tore himself away from the serpent and watched from a safe distance. He watched as the dust and rocks fell upon Ghidorah. He witnessed as the beast thrashed and crumbled beneath the weight of an entire avalanche. He listened to the cries of the hydra fall silent.
Breathing in deeply, viciously, Sombra unleashed another roar of epic proportions. A roar to declare to all the world that his usurper was bested, and that Sombra, the one true king, reigned once again.
But he was deafened, blotted out by the oncoming roar of another.
A roar that ripped through Sombra’s very body, mind, and soul. A roar that Sombra had heard many times before, now finally presented before him and only him. He turned to it, his shimmering eyes gazing into the darkness of the storm and seeing nothing within the devastation. Then, the earth trembled. A thunderous set of stomps grew closer, stronger. Sombra spread his forelimbs, his legs, his claws, and let his jaw fall. His breathing narrowed.
He stared into the darkness and waited.
And emerging in-between the distant mountains, Godzilla stomped into view.
The fabled “King of the Monsters”.
A false king daring to stand before Sombra with his crooked crown, the MUTO imagined. Sombra growled softly, his MUTO form already presenting himself lower, more defensive. Ready for another king to fall before him.
As for Godzilla, having followed Ghidorah’s storm and traced the sounds of battle, the echoing roars eventually brought him to the devastated forest. To his mild annoyance, Godzilla turned to witness a shocking sight several hundred yards before him. His eyes narrowed. He snorted, growled, and bared his teeth. The moment his eyes fell upon the body, the form, the image of the beast standing against him, Godzilla knew what it was.
He had plenty of horrific memories of the creatures slaughtering his kind, and the great female before him was the worst of them all. A parasite, if not stopped would spread her kin to every beast she defeated. Godzilla had sought his old rival, and instead came face to face with an old enemy of his species.
His rage fumed, spewing from his nostrils in gusts of steam. His dorsal plates gently illuminated, only increasing in brightness with each passing second. All to intimidate. All to threaten. All to express his undying hatred for the beast standing against him once more.
Godzilla & Muto Prime (c) Toho/Legendary