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Yeah right, my death. Whatever *His voice boomed from inside his Helmet

To lament how evil we really are we'll just say, our 'good half' lives in the very hell in which you speak. You are but a dragon. Angelic as you may be our immunity to your holy might has long since developed. If you can hurt us we'll actually be suprised *he said with a silent grin inside knowing after beating upon beating by all of "Gods" creaters his skin had grown its immunity to them. The very first immunity he developed in fact was to holy and 'good' powers. After, of course, being devistated by them many times* Are you ready? We'll mount your carcas in Crow's dungeon for her to see. She's a fan of dragons you know.... *A broad smile crossed his face* Time to die dragon *he said as his wings swiftly beat one time sending him into a shoot before they had to flap again. He decided to fight the dragon in the air. Where the dragon had the advantage. So when he killed him it would be that much more for him to enjoy*

We have something we want you to see beforehand dragon *Said Yawgmoth with a twisted smile. From his left side pocket he pulled out a small gem given to him by Crow* If you have half a brain dragon then you know what this does. Nullifies their 'dampening fields' and makes it so we are able to use what we have. But it doesn't matter up here. The field does not extend to the sky dragon. Else even your holy breath would be nullified. *He cocked his grin in a grim state and his eyes bolstered with crimson filling more and more with hatred* Freeing one who isn't enslaved is but pointless dragon. Today we'll bury your scales in the dirt and make sure everyone is around to see. Then once we remove Zero from the picture no one will stand in our way! *Yawgmoth wanted to end this quick and knew just how* Your move 'scales'

((EDIT: Sleep. Staying up for 50some hours = not good. I'll have to get at this tomorrow slice. Night @_@))

*Yawgmoth arched his eyebrow seeing the ice blast. Ice. What was this dragon thinking. It didn't matter how cold it was Yawgmoth's body radiated an unnatural heat that kept his skin hotter then most beings. Freezing was a bad idea. But getting hit this early wouldn't end in his favor so he decided to dodge the blast anyway. turning to the left his wings made one quick gust shooting him that way. Spanning his wings to stop his motion he looked upward tilting his head. With a few more powerful flaps of his wings he shot forward upward towards the dragon. Drawing his left hand back which began to glow in a purpleish blackish light. Upon drawing within fifty yards of the dragon he thrust his hand upward and let loose the blast contained within. The corrosive black cloud exploded outward from his palm speeding towards the holy dragon*

*Without even thinking about it once he saw his attack nullified his planeshifting matrix began its charge. The winds beat as his wings sending him back and he just grinned. Slice was going to lose this fight he already knew that. Discharging the stored up power he vanished from the line of attack. Appearing directly under the dragon's jaw. Since, by the speed of planeshifting, the dragon would still be in the midst of launching his assault. Yawgmoth's four fingernails elongated to sharp thin claws. Jutting them up he aimed at the thin line between the sacles on the dragons neck. Scales were barely seperated by a very thin line which one could use to peel them off if one could slide something between that line. Yawgmoth was going to use his nails to peel just a single scale off and launch his assault at the underlying skin*

*yawgmoth was blinded but that wasn't a factor anymore. Just a simple jutting forward was all that was needed. The fact that his path had already started when the dragon began to turn left him no reaction time to Yawgmoth's assault. He closed his eyes tightly and continued his thrust forward. The four long slender, but razor like claws penatrating the small gap between the dragon's scales. Blind or not he could feel the squishyness to the hard scales. With a sadistic grin his arm began to glow with the same purple blackish glow. The beams of energy pulsated through his fingers up his fingernails that were claws firing the energy from the tip of the claws through the scales directly into the underlying skin of the dragon. A point blank impact zone. The resulting explosion in such a sensative spot would surely kill the dragon*

((Ahem to that ha))


*The deed that would seal his victory had been done. There was no way even with drawing back the blast could to be totally avoided. It would most certainly tear a huge chunk from his neck, which again, would kill the dragon from blood force trauma and extensive blood loss. No matter how fast he could "regenerate" if at all he was doomed from that. The holy blood spattered upon Yawgmoth's chest. His body attempted to resist. But in vain. With furious swipes he relieved himself of the liquid but not without price. The blood had caused extensive burns over his armor like skin. Showing an underlying skin. that was smooth and black. The left side of his face had also been seared off. Showing a smooth black obsidian like surface underneath and a large glowing eye. The true face of Yawgmoth underneath the skin. He snarled in pain and let lose a bellow of fury and pain. He wasn't going to admit it to himself but he was hurt. very much so. His wings were seared and they were trying their hardest to keep him alof. Knowing that there was nothing the dragon could do with as much damage as he would suffer he dropped and splattered upon the ground. His form breaking into thousands of black snakes that slithered into the shadows disappearing. The damage done by Slice's blood would take days to regnerate from. Maybe weeks depending on the extent. Which is why the dark lord retreated. To assess damage to himself. He would be no good to Crow at half himself* Enjoy your last moments dragon *he said as he descended* If you don't die. We'll be back to finish the job