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Water. Water everywhere and there's so many limits and she can't really do anything lest she starts an underwater earthquake – despite it being out of her control and domain – or a tsunami, and the great leviathan can only sleep for so long before the wish and urge, the desire to move out and swim in the great bodies of water she created is overwhelming.

Can't she swim up to the surface, smell the air, feel the sun directly, dance in sight of foolish mortals? Her element can be restricting and oppressive. His is out of the way.

Groudon has gotten the better deal, she thinks sometimes with bitterness.

Her marks on the slippery blue skin covering her glow with eerie calmness that contradicts what will happen, before all underwater hell breaks loose as she rampages, sending wave after wave at the shores, the islands, the regions and everywhere. It's a challenge, so let's see if he'll answer.

Her earth-based counterpart responds with vigor, tremors running throughout the ground and shaking even the deep seas, and her favorite underwater city has just been destroyed a bit more than the last time.

And Kyogre decides that this gives her an excuse to attack.

Mortal humans only scream and watch as the glorious ancient fight between the deity of the oceans and the titan of the land engage in deadly combat, each slash and slam equalling devastation.

She vents out all her stress at him, who is so much luckier than her sometimes and doesn't know it.

And no, it's not envy that's corrupting her. She just thinks it unfair.


Sources: Wikipedia entry for Leviathan.