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"An interesting theory. Foolish, but interesting." taking a moment to finish her tea, she caused the cup to disappear before replying further. "The mark has been removed. Yawgmoth attempted to ... give me as a gift to his wife, but it was not successful. Their lust for each other interrupted their process. Mark or not, present or not, it is foolish to assume that he would ever come to my aid just as it is foolish to assume I could not defend myself against your attack."

Pursing her lips, she glared at him for a moment. "No. But I think I may have actually enjoyed throwing you across the room the other day, let us try again." as she spoke she lifted her hand and in a single motion, squeezed her hand into a fist then with an open hand made a sweeping motion, casting a full boxy bind on David before sending him flying across the room.

"Wonderful." she said sarcastically, rising from her seat. Placing a hand on her hip, she was surrounded by an orb of light, which moved to the other side of the room behind him. Staring at him intently from behind, she continued. "Do you not miss it David? The way things were?"

"What have I to learn from you in this form? Care to take me someplace?" she taunted with a grin. Seeing he hand launched himself at her, she again held out her hand, sending a wave of wind at him, to change his trajectory, opening his wings would assure a swift ascent to, if not through, the ceiling.

The silver cutting edge of 'The Purger' pressed itself against David's cheek. In his assault he had failed to realize that Yawgmoth still was in the main room. Despite having been near invisible to detection hiding in the darkness the Dark King had never left the sanctity of the main hall. "Go on. Cut her with your pathetic knife and then we'll show you what a real weapon can do to your head when we cleave it in half" Yawgmoth spoke loudly. The Purger was a massive double sided battle axe forged from phyrexian alloy metals. The Purger weighed one hundred and ten pounds and it took supreme upper body strength to control or even to hold such a weapon but Yawgmoth's massive frame was easily able to maneuver the weapon as he saw fit. And with ease if David decide to cut Ziven he would cleave the upper half of David's head off. "For once, the girl was right. Just because she no longer bears our mark does not mean we will not see to the well being of our gift to our Crow." Yawgmoth's wicked smile widened as he spoke. "Your move junior.."

"Hello Yawg..." He licked the blood from his blade, and replaced it on his belt. "Have you asked Crow if I was her pet yet?" He swiftly ducked away from the blade of his mighty war axe, and turned to face him.

Knowing what was likely going to happen as Yawgmoth swung his large weapon down on David, she winced. Though she did not desire to see the effect, she could not bring herself to look away either. "Yeesh."

The axe smashed into the floorboards shattering them to dust from the huge impact force. The combined forces from Yawgmoth's powerful upper body strength, gravity and the sher weight of the damn thing crushed usually before it cut victims. Seeing that his purger had missed Yawgmoth's eyes glistened with another type of anger, frustration. He snarled and turned his cold eyes onto David. "The only mistake here, was not killing you days ago when we should have" Yawgmoth said ripping the axe up from the destroyed part of the floor boards tossing it back and landing the pole arm on his shoulder. "We have just four words to say to you kid." The sinister smile on Yawgmoth's face widened and with sadistic glee he stated "Run for your life!" a maddening laughter followed as he stepped over the crushed floor and stalkingly walked towards David, axe over shoulder ready to be thrown forward a strike at any time.