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"Hah! We'll give you credit. Most weaklings don't have half your balls. We said not here, they tend to get a little....antsy. We will follow you to a location of your choice. We'd advise you to pick whatever place you think will give you the most advantage. We're hoping the fight lasts for more than a minute, but we seriously have our doubts." Yawgmoth replied with a small grin. Knives? He hoped they were at least magical or something impressive because if they were ordinary blades of high quality it was going to make for a really boring show when they just scraped against his skin instead of cut him. Oh well. "So as we said before, lead on." he motioned with his hand. Mal wouldn't have to worry about the titan stabbing him in the back or attacking before they got there, he wasn't that kind of fighter.

"If this is where you want to die." Yawgmoth replied calmly taking a few more steps back. His arms lowered to his sides, his tail uncoiled from around his waist cutting through the air with each swish. "Let's get started then." he added with a cocky grin. The shadow at his feet twisted and formed a large circle around him, about five to eight feet across. From the edges sprouted tendrils, eight in total pointing in all directions. They writhed and flexed, the one closest to Mal moved the tip of itself like a finger calling someone over, taunting already. Despite his earlier swing this was more typical of how the titan engaged people, like a tank from a defensive standpoint rather than swinging his fists like half drunk brawler. He would let Mal attempt the first move, for now. If things took too long his impatience would likely get the better of him.

Yawgmoth sighed. The two throwing daggers bounced off of him like they'd been thrown against bricks. His skin was legendarily thick and tough, normal throwing knives weren't going to accomplish much.

When he saw him going for the tendril with a slash the titan couldn't help but smile. For such a big talker he didn't research his opponents very well but then how could he have the time? Yawgmoth's darkness was corrosive like an acid, it broke down the atomic bonds that held things together, unless his blade was extremely well crafted or enchanted it was going to start melting against the blackened flesh of the tendril. This was a good learning experience for the poor fool he thought, if he witnessed what his darkness did then he'd know to avoid it when he started attacking. It would be over too quick if Mal didn't know not to let it touch him and it got hold of an arm or his midsection and just melted through his flesh and bone.

Otherwise the titan didn't move or reply, now was the time for fighting not talking, he didn't speak much when engaged in combat despite speaking perhaps too much everywhere else.

Yawgmoth budged slightly as the woman he was looking for slammed into him. Angel's size wasn't what moved him, she was strong sure, but it was his shock that lowered his guard. Almost instantly the shadows beneath his feet vanished and returned to normal leaving Mal's blade to slice air after all. His crimson eyes narrowed slightly when she touched him. "Even now, with blades in your body and us being able to snuff you out where you stand you try to speak." he acknowledged.

"And you speak the only series of words that stops us from tearing your head from your shoulders." he answered reaching up with his hand to grab her wrist on the hand that was touching his face. His tail reached up and pulled the daggers out quickly. She was tough, he knew she'd be fine. A few metal knives weren't about to stop the woman with the resolve to keep fighting against him. He tugged on her wrist to pull her hand away now that she was free of the blades. "Finding Crow is the only thing we want anymore, so you will have your truce. But know this our little red headed beauty, when we find her, as soon as we find her, the truce is over. We would advise that you and your followers flee when we find her for this reason."

Ryu had been watching from a window to the brief fight going on. He'd seen one of Yawgmoth's tendrils hit something and it corroded away. It let Ryu know that his lightning barrier was definitely necessary should he and yawgmoth get involved in a serious fight. But it didn't scare him in the least. For Ryu, the more impossible looking the conquest, the sweeter the victory. He was surprised to see Angel suddenly appear and offer up the truce, especially after they'd been trying to hide her. He was mildly impressed with how well she took the dagger in her back, considering where they hit. Most any other mortal would have died from such wounds. He began to think he might want to extend his stay here.

Ryu glanced up at Star and couldn't help but smirk some. He then looks back at the situation while saying to Star "I have a feeling she'll be ok. If Angel is the only one that can tell Yawgmoth where his true prey is, then he's not about to kill her. At least not till he has what he wants. In truth she has the control in this situation."

Ryu has sensed what Star was doing, and the drain on her. He leaned back and let her fall into his lap. He looks to her with a smirk and says "looking for a comfy seat I see." Then gives her a wink.