The stands were packed and overflowing; no expense was left untouched for all the cameras and crew made to watch every aspect of the fight. Equipment upgraded, technology cutting edge, and Incineroar himself looked like he had half a mind to jump into the fight.
"We have a very, very special, once-in-an-age fight for us today, folks. Saviors from an entire world, who hail from an entirely different Cibus, have come here to train and challenge our own saviors. A story right out of science fiction, playing out before us today!"
On the eastern side of the arena, the Miracle Matters stepped in at the same time as Team Spectrum on the west. The two Dark Matters were at the edge of the arena, glaring at each other. This was going to be a war by proxy, their fiery stares cutting across the whole field.
"Get ready for a thrilling battle, folks, overseen by our very own Pop!"
At the very top of the Colosseum stands, behind everyone else, was Arceus, watching with an observant glint in his eyes. He seemed pleased, masking his excitement the same way the other Legends were.
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Owen--the normal sized one, of the Miracle Matters--entered the arena, first in the front, before settling in the back. "Good luck," Owen said with a little glint in his eyes. "You're gonna need it against us! We're gonna pull off one last miracle!"
"Wow," Owen of Team Spectrum said. "He really knows how to wow the crowd!"
At least those two got along.
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Sticking close to her lopunny consort, the bisharp queen emerged, eyes pressed closed and her hands placed in front of her thighs.
“Konichiwa, my friends,” she bowed gracefully, her body polished to a beautiful shine. “Although I have since given up fighting back home, I suppose I can draw my blade for the crowd’s entertainment!”
She unbuckled her cape and let it fall, hand on the hilt of her wakizashi.
Although short for her kind, the bisharp queen stood as large as she could, a look of pride on her face.
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Nero trotted in, glancing around at the colosseum crowd. It was a bit... odd for him to be battling for an actual crowd. Wait, had he done that on the other Cibus? Gah, so confusing.
"I wouldn't underestimate these guys. I mean, they stopped the moon from colliding with the planet." Nero's cheek bolts whirred slowly.
He pointed a talon at Bahamut. "By the way, he's their healer. Get him out first."
Across the arena, Bahamut snarled. "You snuck in on me training?"
"Maaaaaaybe."
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It wasn’t like last time, with Pop smiling down and a cast of random colors and shapes across from them. These people had synergy. Design. And worse, this was their home turf.
The noise made that clear enough, even if many of the cheers were for the sheer hype of the battle about to start. But down here, everything felt so far away, oddly quiet and calm. They’d read one another in these precious few seconds and then create chaos together.
Eyes closed, Sage nodded a small nod. “When the fate of the world is on the line, losing isn’t an option. Making it this far is a testament that you were greater than the challenges before you. Now…”
His vines brimmed with a horrible energy, sparked by long dormant fervor. He’d waited so long to feel like this again.
“Demonstrate!”
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A shadowy pool formed behind the rest of the Miracle Matters, and a crimson claw jutted out from it. Then another, with a giant foam finger. Then, a big, red bush. With a hat saying "U R #1" and two soda cans attached to the sides.
To no one's surprise, it was Kora. Stickers of the Miracle Matters and crude drawings of Team Spectrum adorned his body, and he even wore a shirt. Backwards. All it said was "Bad Mon."
"Go team~!" Kora cheered, hopping onto a bench and waving his foam finger. "Hit 'em really hard!"
It was hard to tell who he was cheering for...
