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Observing with all her senses, she was amazed at what she was seeing and feeling. The feeling of having some of her energy taken was something she was rather familiar with and was not terribly affected, but felt it was interesting that Yawgmoth would use this ability.

Following the movement of their conflict, she was further amazed with what seemed to be the destruction of Reeve. There was something moving though, faint and nothing like she had felt before, the very earth below them was speaking her. Tilting her head to Seisuke, she spoke softly. "Seisuke-ona .. Reeve has .." she stopped as he spoke replied to Takara, more interested in what he would say to him rather than her observations. Silently she resumed watching.

he was intrigued that he knew sharingan. He refrained from using the Mangekyou and the Byakugan for time being. He smiled "Is not my Sharigan at work. you yourself gave away with our previous comments. though is rare to use a jitte to do a battoujutsu due to its size. " Hearing about Yawgmoth again he said "I say that he doesnt stand a chance at me in close range. He knows this. I guess that is why you won yawgmoth previously. He escaped death by my hands with that planeshifting move. You asked if it was brain power. I say it is experience. Im known as the Eastern Master due to my sheer knowledge of the East. I have wandered a lot. Consider this not as a boast but as a reminder that if you seek anything of the east, you bound to find me. Though i must admit to have a person such as you here, is an honor, perhaps some Sake later with some dangos. "

Yawgmoth's cross armed position gave the strings the advantage. He had intended upon feeling their small stinging cuts bite into his skin, to break them apart by unfolding his arms. However, for as thin and durable as they were this would prove cause many unnecessary injuries. "You'll have to do better than that Mister Reeve" Yawgmoth said with a sigh disappointed that this was all his opponent could think up with his huge advantage of being concealed. Not only did the string attack give away Reeve's position with the direction they were coming from, but because of Yawgmoth's armor like skin they did not cut him into ribbons fast enough. This gave Yawgmoth a chance to escape. How? By using one of his new chief methods of movement. His entire body exploded into a thick black liquid that simply slithered away. The strings no matter how thin or magical would not be able to grasp liquid and hold it in place. The puddle of black liquid was fast too, fast enough to slither away from the column and onto the ground before the strings even hit the ground from having nothing to hold onto any longer. Reforming was another task however and would not be as fast as the movement of the liquid. Stacking atop itself the liquid slowly solidified into Yawgmoth again, still standing, still with his arms crossed only now with thin red lines over his tan skin where the strings had begun to bite into his flesh. Unfolding his arms Yawgmoth decided to use the fact that it would take Reeve a moment to figure out where he was standing exactly from the ground, to his advantage. Yawgmoth had the ridiculously large amounts of energy to expend and now using the knowledge of where Reeve was, would expend it. His fists began to glow with the same purple aura that was often shown when his powers of darkness were growing. Bending down Yawgmoth rose his two fists into the air and with one mighty heaving roar slammed the bottom of his fists into the ground itself sending an insane amount of darkness into it. This massive amount of energy expenditure was sure to devastate the ruins even further by tearing the very earth beneath the ruins apart. Yawgmoth's energy would blow a crater into the ground easily the width of a football field and then some, with the crushing force to cause the very same crater to easily as tall as an eight story building. If Reeve was still below his death or near fatal injury was assured.

Yawgmoth tilted his head for a second within the crater's deepest vertex since he had caused it he stood at the deepest end and in the center. His energy was being absolved again. This was growing very very tiresome. Caught by surprise however the blast of holy energy slammed into its intended target, yet, did nothing. It pushed against Yawgmoth's skin for a moment in attempt to do whatever it was meant to do but his body simple absorbed it. He felt sick for a moment and actually puked some white liquid substance up onto the ground. Shaking his head and stepping back he realized now what had happened. Using his own energy to fuel that blast Reeve had once again made the fatal error in trying to use Yawgmoth's attack against him. Yawgmoth was immune to anything that carried traces of his own darkness. Even holy magic. This did not mean the holy magic that had traces of his energy within was completely rejected no. That's why he threw up. The white liquid was a plasma form of the holy energy his body had absolved and it made him sick. Sick enough to have to expel it in such a manner. Whatever special surprise it might've had would not happen. Since Yawgmoth's natural immunity to his own energies would reject that too. Sighing once again disappointed. Yawgmoth was growing bored. "You don't seem to be paying attention Mister Reeve or adapting to the battle. Continuing to use the same attacks fueled by our energy will do you little good. Our win is inevitable if this is all you can manage. All it is, is a matter of time until we get our hands on you and then we'll squeeze your head in with our bare hands. Every time you make one of these attacks we end up absolving the energy instead of taking damage. While you are wasting your energy, you're giving us ours back. You will tire first. And we will win. Just come out so we can crush you already. We do not have time to play cat and mouse all day" Yawgmoth boastfully proclaimed before throwing up another mass of the white plasma liquid to remove it from his body. Ugh. Hopefully, that would be the last time he would have to attempt such a thing.

(This takes place after YAwgs fight, therefor he will not be able to withdraw energy from us)

* Ali smirked as he sat with one leg dangling down the front of a nearly destroyed pillar, watching Flail arrive. He was either brave of just too arrogant for his own good, didn't matter. Slowly Ali rose up straight and chuckled.* Maggots first

Refusing my kindness?, very well then.* A simple step back was enough for him to fall down out of sight behind the large pillar, making ready a punch on the way down and delivering as soon as he landed. With the fact that his body was made out of pure elektroplasma, which made it as solid as a reinforced concrete wall with a thickness of seven inches and therefor also very heavy, combined with the ability to manipulate wind and create massive shockwaves as well as making his body lighter, therefor also agile. The pillar itself held up little to no resistance from being punched forward towards Flail itself at quite the velocity, he'd have to react quick so he wouldn't be smashed by it.*

Kind of early to start saying that, isn't it maggot?* Ali chuckled as he held his arms crossed infront of his chest, starring straight forward. He didn't need to look at him. He could feel even the tiniest movement in the wind, Flails breath, the way the sword blade sliced trough the air as he moved. Besides, Ali also had a little helper that kept him informed and protected.* Are you gonna admire me all day or attack?

* The thin blades of fire died out before they came in contact with his body, the air around Ali ws his to control and therfor by removing the air the fire would require to "live" , they would simply die out. As for the spiraling upward slash, Ali simply avoided it by taking a step back and leaning his upper body back and out of range. His left hand shooting up at the sword arm as Flail's attack upwards reached it's peak and took a hold of his wrist, A light green aura consuming them both as Ali grabbed onto the other arm with his right hand and squeezed as firmly as he did on Flail's wrist. Enough force to make the bones bend. Flail was trapped, he had done exactly what Ali wanted. The light green aura nullified the abillity to perform magical abilities, Therefor Flail would not be able to perform magic to defend himself and with someone having neutralized the weapon hand and the other with a grasp that would be near impossible to get out off unless you tore your own hands off, Flail wouldn't be going anywhere. As for Ali, he simply opened up his metallic jaws and plunged down towards Flails neck.*