Heavenly Retribution.

[Frisk E. Coyote]

Largely unfazed but still intrigued by the change of scene, the Reijuu kept his eyes, ears, and even nose on the god, though he really couldn't smell anything from him, and his movements were unnaturally silent. He contemplated on which of his armaments would be most effective against Infini. He didn't think of the child as a god, or even a child for that matter, but as another opponent to quell, an equal force, no, a force immeasurably more powerful than he was. This was good, the Reijuu were a race of natural born warriors. The stronger the opponent, the more enjoyable the battle, and you just don't get any stronger than a god.

Should he use the Yasakani no Magatama? The beads formed two rings that circled him and was ready to be used, but he didn't want to use his most unpredictable weapon at the beginning of the battle. The Kusanagi no Tsurugi? The sword was strapped securely on his back, parallel to his spine. With Yasakani active, it could protect him while he drew Kusanagi... Or maybe he'd use The Totsuka no Tsurugi and act as the party's defense against ethereal attacks? Inactive, Totsuka was merely a gourd of sake hanging from his right shoulder on a belt on around his shoulder and torso.

Himitsu! He'd test the god's raw power with his own raw power first! Himitsu took the form of a nunchucks, a pair of five-foot long black, shiny heavy rods chained together, strapped on his back in a V-shape. He shrugged a shoulder forward, swinging one end of Himitsu forward, catching it in his jaw and jerking his head toward the opposite direction, flicking the other end forward and off his back, twirling it. He stopped twirling it and it snapped together at the ends, forming a ten foot long, shiny, sleek black staff. He let the end of the long staff hit the ground instead of putting the strain on his neck muscles. It didn't make much of a sound despite touching down on something solid. If this were a stone ground, it would've cratered under the sheer weight of the weapon. Horyo twisted his body, swinging the weapon in a wide arch until it hit the ground again, and using it as a vaulting pole, launched himself up with it, and swung down hard on the God.