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"Uh oh....."
She said as the monster's fist was speeding towards her. She ducked and then made a diving roll ot the left to avoid the attack.

Anita looked at her surroundings and tried to find a plan. Small fires started on the bits of grass. Anita grabbed some of the paper and threw it at the spot that the monster spun apon. The paper becoming hard as steel and Anita hoped that it would stop the monster's rotation.

The incomming blade's movements were hard to read, let alone dodge. Anita grabbed the last of the paper she had to throw up a shield but, was still sent flying after the blade struck her. If not for the shield it may have been a death blow but, instead Anita layed on the ground where she landed, nearly motionless save for breathing.

The puddle of liquid bubbled up from beneath the earth and squished and squeezed around itself transfiguring back into a solid shape. The sound of cracking bones as the titan popped his neck joints and fingers into shape. Talking was done, he was going to speak no more unless it was required for a spell or magical ability, thankfully only a few of his abilities actually required this. Bouncing in place for a moment to loosen up his muscles a sound like clothes ripping split across the air and a line crossed down his face cut right down the middle. the line continued down his neck and down his chest and beneath his pants before he grabbed his shoulders with the opposite arms and pulled them apart causing his skin to peel off like a layer of clothing. The loose bags of skin melted away into a dark liquid which remained at his feet mixing with his own shadow. He grinned towards Aliator, although it would be hard to tell. His skin returned to his natural obsidian black, his hair dim and gray and his eyes pupil-less and solid white. He would not make the foolish mistake of charging in, not in this place, not against someone with brains.

Hmm he thought, turning the heat up so high so soon. Were was the fun in that? But, this didn't seem to be about sport or fun for whatever reason. Too bad Ali couldn't just leave him to pick on Flail today. If that's the way Ali wanted to play though he wasn't going to sit back and pretend he could scratch him with the mere 5% Yawgmoth was putting out now. Bracing himself the shadow on the ground around his feet tripled in size, parts of it breaching up and forming a wave like wall behind him which split into several tentacle shaped arms that swished about violently. The tentacles all merged together to form a shadowy wall which then formed a face that screamed a dreadful noise across the air. As the echo of the scream bounced from cliff to cliff down to the floor of the sea his building erupted into a burst of black fire. The tentacle shapes split and whirled around him twisting and contorting outside of the flame. Now there were more, what was first about ten or fifteen was now easily a ******** of fifty or sixty. Yawgmoth's aura peaked and then voided in the same manner as Ali's. For he had told many once that the difference between 99% and 100% was one word. Control. The reason most likely that both of them would feel weak to the other despite it being the complete opposite.

The Titan reached his arm up into the sky towards the setting sun and squeezed his fist shut. At his dark command the darkness itself seemed to suck the light out of the sky growing in strength as each second passed to herald the coming of the forced nightfall. He simply waited now. The mass of writhing tentacles of dark matter squirming in all directions around his feet and dancing around his form. Ali would find their purpose quickly enough if he choose to strike.

The forced nightfall served many purposes. First and foremost it provided more darkness to reduce the effectiveness of any light based attack to null, second it gave him more 'ammo' of sorts to control and manipulate and third it allowed him to infuse his power throughout its area giving him senses beyond the normal. Every single footstep Ali took to him was registered by the shadows he walked across. Unless he stepped into light somewhere Yawgmoth would know every single place on the ground his foot planted and where he was going showing just how far his grasp of the dark and shadow arts advanced during the last fifteen years. The purpose of the writhing mass displayed themselves for Ali the moment the shadows registered his foot as being anywhere within their grasp. Like an angry mob the entire mass of them stabbed at him from different directions. This would force one of two consequences, back away to avoid all of them and fail to strike or try to continue striking and attempt to dodge every single one and fail causing at least a couple devastating few slip through and cause his usual corrosive magic to impale Ali on their ends.