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With a firm pat on Ali's shoulder Yawgmoth headed for the exit, satisfied with the results though curious as to what would really happen if some force were to pit himself and Ali against one another. "We're known for wild uncanny recklessness that often turns into victory. It's our gift" he said with a chuckle stepping out of the door. "We'll see you around" grabbing up shoes and shirt that he'd placed outside of the dojo he disappeared walking back to the main housing structure, more specifically, back to the dungeon of Mistress Crow.

Jet walked in, wheezing and coughing. "What the hell? Where'ss everybody gone off to? This place is starting to collect dust..." he said. Noticing the Samurai, he remembered their last encounter: the Samurai had dissappeared without a trace before Jet could introduce himself. Jet called out to him.

"Hey. You looking for a sparring partner? I'm game. Name your terms."

Matthew noticed the challenge and sighed a bit. "Oh, no, my good sir," he said calmly. "Please...I shall go by your terms for this battle."

"Very well. I'm not sure it would be right to use magic and firearms, considering this is a dojo, so what do you say to a pure martial arts exhibition match? All hand to hand weapons are allowed." he challenged. He would miss using his ranged weapons, but he would manage.

With a swish of his arm, Jet flung his Trench Coat off, which landed neatly on a hook on the wall. This revealed the two swords on his hip, both of which he had yet to name. "These would be my swords. To be fair, I should let you know that I can manipulate Shadows and Air to conjure more weapons, but they aren't nearly as strong as these two here, and will disintegrate should I lose focus." he said, smirking. Demonstrating, he held out his hand as if to greet someone, and particles of darkness began to gather near his palm. He squeezed, and the lump of particles took the form of a black Bo-staff with silver ornamental linings. He let go, and the staff begain to fade away like dust. "And you? What weapons will you be using?"

Readying himself into his traditional stance for Battou-jutsu, Jet looked over his shoulder to answer the girl. "Sure hon, just try not to get in anyones way - namely mine." he said, and turned his attention back to the Samurai.

Matthew smiled calmly and contently as he saw the very familiar sword-drawing stance. He reached for his black cylindrical case and opened it, removing what appeared to be a sheathed Japanese sword from it. He placed it into the belt of his yukata and stepped back on his left foot into his own Iai-jutsu position. "Ready?"

Skyeheart enters the dojo as he decends. "It's almost time, I'll see if Sensei and the others are ready." He stops and looks upon the wreckage in front of him.
"Wha-what happened here?"
He stoops down to some of the wreckage in the hallways and scoops up a liquid substance from the floor.
Electroplasma....
Skyeheart stood up, his claws shaking in rage.
"Aliator, must you haunt my every move?!"