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Yawgmoth snarled as his fist cleaved air and the force alone caused the wind to rip through the air and smash into a cliff side opposite him causing it to shake violently. Resetting his position standing straight up his arms rested at his sides and his tail coiled up and pointed over his left shoulder. Turning slowly to face her his pale white eyes narrowed in her direction. "Only because we agreed. And we keep our word. You disappointed us. Several times had we been so inclined, you'd be dead." he responded in a harsh tone.

"We have discovered your weakness today. You care too much for your opponent. In the beginning we told you to attack us as if you were going to kill us. And while, admittedly we did not do that to you else you'd be lying on the ground in a pool of organs and blood, you didn't do it towards us either. Our reason was to spare your life as we agreed. You had no reason to hold back. Yet you did." he finished speaking shaking his head back and forth as the dark energy around him released into the air as dark colored violet steam that burned off of his body reverting him to his normal every day self. Tan skin, red hair and crimson burning eyes. Though unfortunately or fortunately depending on how she saw it, the transformation had caused his clothes to burn off due to the nature of his darkness and it being at such high levels. A large scar mark on his chest that was still bleeding from her attacks was visible without any shirt blocking view of it but he didn't seem to think too much of it.

He entered the cliff area as his eyes narrowed from seeing yawg and a wobbly ziven. Where they fighting once more? Closer he went until he arrive to the place were they both were.

"I do not want to harm my friends." she said softly, looking very upset though she was trying to hide it. "It is me .. not my gender or anything that can be labeled."

Yawgmoth shook his head back and forth causing his fire red hair to bounce around. He sighed deeply and put his hand on his forehead. "Then you have a problem. There will come a time when you're going to have to kill someone you consider a friend. The problem you're going to have is being able to kill them before they kill you and then proceed to the do the same to the rest of your friends. Every truth holds the seeds of betrayal. The best laid plan for that is to be ready for everyone to jam a knife in your back." he said simply. "You will always be weaker than the so called 'big boys' if you hold yourself back because of such sentimental garbage. Try to find a way to hold onto yourself and rid yourself of the weakness at the same time. If you do, you'll be invincible." he admitted turning a grin in her direction which flashed his glimmering white teeth and their sharp ends gleaming in the light.

"You disagree? Based on what logic? Your own experience in battle!? It's virtually non-existent. If that's the way you choose to see things we're not going to argue. You know us well enough by now to know that when we're proven right, we are going to say we told you so and enjoy it." he said chuckling a little. The wound on his chest was slowly starting to scab over. He figured it would be gone by morning given his natural regeneration rate. The brunt of the damage had been absorbed by his obsidian skin. Had he been in this form though...that could've hurt quite a bit.

"I understand. I will return home now. Farewell." she said softly before disappearing with a pop.

The figure stepped up to the point on the cliff and looked down. After several minutes and through off his cloak and let the wind take it away. The silver haired man sat and dangled his feet off the edge...

* Ali adjusted his gloves and loosened up the tie a little as he stood there looking out over the horizon, enjoying the sight and the warmth of the sun shining down on his more or less exposed upper body. A slight smirk upon his lips.*