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"Spar is a silly term for what we want." Yawgmoth pondered. "While we do not intend to kill you, sparring is much more friendly. Usually." he said scratching his chin lightly and thinking for a moment. "We suppose, there is no better term for what we want really. Just know that it will essentially be a death match, minus the death. But the point is, you should come at us like you're going to kill us, because we'll be doing the same to you. If you don't, you won't get anywhere. Also, for these reasons, there is still the chance that one of us will kill the other. Such is consequence, however know that we are not intending your death, just that it could happen. We are also not intending to die, but given your abilities we could misjudge something and get killed." he shrugged. "Who knows, but, if these terms are agreeable. Then say the word."

Shaking his head back and forth he scoffed lightly. "Give yourself a little more credit woman. After all, when we went on a rampage at full power you still lived. You even managed to kick us away several hundred yards. We're not trying to kill you in this challenge, that time we were, and you still lived. So now, what do you say?" he retorted quirking his brow and lightly tapping his boot upon the dirt indicating his impatience.

Shrugging his shoulders. "Wouldn't that defeat the purpose? You're supposed to win by rendering the other useless. Without killing them of course. But if that's what it'll take for you to just agree and go for it then fine." he responded growing more and more impatient by the minute. He was just anxious to get this going, eager to test his new toys on a target he considered worthy and to test her new toys with his endurance.

"Then it's a deal." Yawgmoth said with a hearty laugh. "Get yourself ready. We will wait. We're going to say three words to you that will mean everything here. Because we will be doing the same. Don't. Hold. Back.". He brought his hands up and flexed them open and closed for a moment as the darkness around him started to gather. He was preparing.

A bright violet light began to surround Yawgmoth as he started. Moving down his arms as soft vibrant wisps of light the violet color fixated in both of his hands. Clenching them both around the light as if he were crushing it he roared with a loud demonic bellowing sound that bounced and echoed on the mountains and cliffs around them. The ground began to thunder violently and Yawgmoth looked for a moment as if he were in great pain, gritting his teeth and clutching his abdomen. Another loud demonic scream and a bright explosive purple light that would temporarily blind her and it was done. The quiet restored save for the sound of falling rubble from the explosions and show falling off of the cliff side down into the sea below. Yawgmoth was no longer there, well, not in his normal standing form anyhow. The same obsidian skinned pale white eyed form that had tried to kill her before stood forth. Though this time it smiled, the same pale white glow that illuminated its pupil-less eyes now illuminated the inside of its mouth when its jaws opened giving the face a very eerie appearance. Closing the smile the only remaining lights were its eyes, starring blankly at her. He was waiting. For this form meant he had unleashed everything and was exerting the full force of his potential in a controlled state. A voice calm but stern called out in the wind disembodied "The first move. Is yours."

The pale pupil-less eyes watched her movements as if they were in slow motion. All of his senses at their peak, his super human vision easily able to track her at that speed. Deciding to teach her the error that so many made by forgetting that he had a third leg/arm of sorts. It proved to be fatal for so many and for someone he thought was much smarter he was going to ensure she paid dearly for making such a novice mistake. Yawgmoth's tail spiked upwards bending around his side and pointing to the sky and swatting away from him. This motion would do two things with her current pathing, block her punch by hitting her forearm and then push her arm away with the tail's swatting motion. If this were successful his next motion would be to use proximity as his friend and throw his head forward and down to smash into her skull headbutting her. Yawgmoth's thick obsidian skin, larger weight and steel like bones would ensure that if the headbutt connected it would certainly cause a decent chunk of damage and be very very disorienting while doing as little damage to his own skull as possible.

His head moved forward and found air, that made him angry. It stopped for a brief moment and his eyes watched her spin and roll. Taking careful note of how she landed and how she was kicking him he didn't think his tail would be able to shift back around fast enough to block, he'd have to dodge. Since she had one hand and one leg planted on the ground and was only kicking at him with one leg it should be easy enough. Though his only method of dodging would leave no room to counterattack, he'd have to think of that later. His leg muscles tensed for a brief second before he jumped upwards and pulled his legs up with him. The jump was easily high enough to cause her leg to swipe at air though he did nothing else but land causing the ground to dent from the impact of his legs and weight hitting the ground with the force that they did. His tail back in its original position it was ready to block another attack if she had one ready.