The Sacred Five vs The Light Bringer

Sigma stood on the left mountain, at The Final Mountain. His arms folded, however, his hair, was short orange. This was the feature Sigma gained sometime after his second battle against the second largest obstacle in his life; Raido X. Sigma's neck pushed to the side, just a tad bit, and from it, a glowing blue soul head sat on his shoulder. "So you ready?" This figure, was none other than Naidō, Sigma's very own spirit guide. "Okay people, where are you?" Sigma clinched his hand, placing the other one over it relaying many things he had gone through.

"Five...From what I know...they have all been recognized by their people to be here." Sigma's though process ran like the grand central train station. "Naidō my further game plan isn't what I'm worried about, I'm worried about my opening play." Naidō's head poked out even more, and it's soul split further, and within time, it had taken a full avian form. "All I can tell you, is to freestyle it. I'll lend you my brain, and you have the sharin connection of that other guy."