Yveltal wastes no time in covering Guardian with a wing and yanking them closer, claws squealing over armor and tucking them beneath beneath its chest. A vulnerable position that doesn't matter when the opposing party is unarmed and lacks attacks. A potential punch won't do much even in its current fragile state.

In the space of its chest between its wings, there's a blinding glow. It can't miss when its target is right beneath it, right?

Pitch black and deep red tangle together into a roaring beam of Oblivion Wing straight down, blasting the ground and killing the plants that remain.