Standing tall, promoting his appearance for all to see—especially for Godzilla—Kong breathed in deep and unleashed a terrifying roar to the sea. Godzilla’s spines burst forth from the ocean, changing course from the Axalon and instead shifting attention to the Noble Steed. There was already a mass panic from those aboard the supercarrier, every radio blazing to life and Commander Blight ordering all ordnance to target Godzilla and get him away from the craft.

Yet their ordnance meant nothing. Every cannon fired on him hit only water once Godzilla sunk deep again, using that momentum to rise back up out of the waves.

Avoiding the cannon fire, Godzilla burst free and landed onto the deck of the Noble Steed supercarrier. The ship buckled once more to the immense weight added, but it held still, just barely. Godzilla clawed and ripped apart the hull, dragging himself closer until his feet were pressed to a floor stable enough to hold him. He crawled like a feral animal enraged to the point of insanity, but he found his composure and rose, deafening the seas of battle with his horrific war cry once more.

This time, he faced his enemy on equal footing. This time, Kong was unhindered, and he struck back.

His fist flew through the air as his own war cry retaliated, decking Godzilla across the face.