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"Yes, we did fox. Quite well." Yawgmoth's gaze fixated on David "Picked a place and time yet? Only an hour left. We hope you've come up with something"

Looking up at Yawg, he said three little words that he knew would bring a smile to the Dark Lord's lips. "Here and now"

Hearing David's words, her expression became very serious. Snapping her book shut, it disappeared a moment later as she stood from her seat again. Mask knew something was up and immediately jumped back on to Ziven's shoulders, wrapping himself around the back of her neck.

Yawgmoth shook his head "As you wish" Yawgmoth cared not if he wrecked the bar and undid each button his long sleeved shirt before throwing the garment to the floor. Rolling his shoulders he decided to end this quickly. Yawgmoth took a pose and clenched his fists. A small purple steam started to rise from Yawgmoth's body before it erupted into a full blown aura. The dark energy surrounding the dark king. A demonic scream rose from his chest as the glasses around him shattered into bits. The floorboards cracked and creaked breaking under the weight of the force. The purple fire that surrounded Yawgmoth grew more violent with every passing second. "Death wish...granted" Yawgmoth said, his leg muscles tensed for only a second before releasing, the force of the dark energy in addition to his massive muscles shoved him forward at an incredible velocity for David. Yawgmoth's motion was already invisible to the naked untrained eye and in mid 'flight' from the dashing run his right arm drew back. Upon reaching David Yawgmoth's right arm snapped forward following the motion of his body. The combined speed of the run plus his sher strength factor would make this punch deadly to the untrained, the knuckles streamlining for David's face. Yawgmoth's feet planted firmly in front of David crushing the floorboards as the punch rocketed forward.

Though she had no idea of what Yawgmoth had planned, she instinctively threw up her barrier to protect her and the feline she was caring for. The moment Yawgmoth's aura could be felt, she tensed and a moment later, so did Mask, again digging his claws in to her shoulder, this time even going so far as to growl softly. She frowned slightly with the discomfort of his claws pressing in to her flesh and the morbid curiosity of what would happen. Not wanting to get in the way, as she were rather directly in the path of any aftereffects, she transported herself and mask to the far end of the room, behind Yawgmoth. Speaking very softly to mask, she again tried to ease his fear. "Worry not little one, I will protect you."

David flew back, right before the punch, carried by the gust of the Dark King rushing at him, caught in his slightly opened wings. "I didn't think that that would work." He pulled out a black vile, and poured its contents down his throat. It was a catylist that would boost his speed and strength, just enough to hopefully let him survive at least a few rounds. As a final precaution, he burst into his blaze of black and gold. Taunting Yawg, he said, "So, when do we start?"

//in case you haven't noticed, this is my first real rp fight, so if it seems that I am godmodding, please let me know//

Her mouth fell slightly agape as she realized the punch did not land. Though she had confronted Yawgmoth on a number of occasions, she did not expect David to be able to dodge the force and speed that Yawgmoth had used in this punch. When David spoke, she could not help but laugh at the mistake of saying that. Noting that Reeve had exited, she planned on following him shortly after, but she first wanted to get a feeling for how this would end.