Tezcatlipoca's mouth turned up at one of the corners. Say what you want about Quetzalcoatl, he could plan like very few people.
He watched as the snake of fire appeared on Huitzilopochtli's arm, and the sight made him smile, he was happy for his friend. Then he closed his eyes, holding one hand out, palm up. It took longer then it used to, but he was now holding a bow, and a quiver of arrows. He slung the quiver over one shoulder, the familiar weight settling onto his back as it had done so many times before.
"Yes," he agreed. "We are due this vengeance. All of us."