11-02-2016, 12:31 PM
The moment the biped drew the sword on him, King Sombra came to two conclusions. One the Biped was probably a prime or an immensely powerful secondary. Two, he needed a weapon of his own as the creature was armed. As the bitter cold and the blizzard assaulted his senses, the dark king sighed. At least in what counted, the cold reminded him of his former kingdom, the Crystal Empire. Not allowing himself to focus on that memory, Sombra chose to do something he wouldn't normally do. Diplomacy was best when you were in a position of power, but unfortunately, he was not. Nor could he be in such a position, unless he achieved the power of a Deity, or somehow regained what Omni had stolen from him. Right now the creature wanted him to explain. Slowly, the dark king summoned his scythe to his hooves and prepared it with his telekinesis in order to use it on his opponent.
"You first. Who are you?"
Pleasantries aside, no one bossed the Slaver King around. Dominating the King of all monsters in such a fashion was not something some pony would have done and kept living. Unfortunately Sombra lacked most of his power, so he knew for right now he was little more than helpless against this new foe.
"You first. Who are you?"
Pleasantries aside, no one bossed the Slaver King around. Dominating the King of all monsters in such a fashion was not something some pony would have done and kept living. Unfortunately Sombra lacked most of his power, so he knew for right now he was little more than helpless against this new foe.