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Yawgmoth's crimson eyes followed Ali's every motion as best as they could follow, the darkness around them telling him what he couldn't visually keep track of. Smirking a little his forked tongue grazed across his lips. His darkness would not be countered so easily by any form of night, not after all that work. For now though, he decided to let Ali amuse himself and let the bright flaring aura peel away the shadows around his feet. Without having to maintain so much infused power across a spread area he was more able to concentrate on offense than just letting his natural defenses do all the work for him. This time in the form of something he'd been dying to use on a live victim. Due to the amount of shadows around them, even if Ali's light had dimmed some of them, gathering would be fast, extremely fast given his current power output.

Into his left hand the shadows around him went forming a crystalline missile looking structure. The moment Aliator vanished was the moment the titan thrust the crystalline darkness at his direction. This attack was the strongest form of focused and condensed darkness he'd managed to create. Weaving shadows into a solid form. Stronger than the orbs, stronger than any kind of beam energy. Shadow Crash was its name for a reason. On impact with either Ali running headlong into it at that speed or avoiding it, the explosion would be massive. A large corrosive cloud would begin to eat away at any form of life left inside its huge radius as well as chewing at the very dirt and earth itself. Yawgmoth of course, was immune to it having created it himself and it being of dark power. So he was freely able to stand in the resulting explosion, and the cloud it left behind as its second effect while his opponent was either obliterated by the explosion, eaten alive and devoured by the cloud or managed to escape.

The Titan's pale white pupil-less eyes followed every motion and when his eyes failed the very missile he was shooting acted as his sight until it exploded. Ali was much faster than Yawgmoth, no one was going to dispute that. However, he wasn't as experienced in combat as the warlord was over the span of his near infinite life. The sidestep was the key, it meant there would be a fractional pause before Ali started charging straight at him again. His lips curled into a taunting grin when Ali disappeared from normal sight and began his charging ram. Yawgmoth knew his own technique when he saw it, he was no fool. For a split second a faint purple glow burned around his black obsidian skin. He thought about his next course of action, take the hit and see what Ali would do from there since the initial impact, even from Ali, would be mostly absorbed by his tank like skin or try to use the terrain to his advantage..yes he liked that idea.

His body dispersed into a cloud of dark matter, another new trick so named dark dispersion for a reason. He was unable to perform any offensive action in this state but since he was simply a cloud of darkness he would be immune to Ali's charge. Not just immune either, at that speed Ali would plow right through the cloud and hopefully it would obscure his vision long enough to send him flying off a cliff edge at that high speed. Even if he didn't fly off the cloud began to move towards the area where the shadow crash had exploded leaving behind a similar cloud and liquid muck on the ground that was eating away at the soil with each passing second.

The gust of wind caught most of the mass as it was making contact with the shadows on the ground, probably 80 or 90% and scattered the dark particles across the forced darkened sky. Unfortunately for Ali enough had made contact with what darkness remained on land to matter. The oil like mass left by the crash began to quiver with ripples and bubble up the liquid silhouette of Yawgmoth who chuckled as he snapped back into a solid. All he needed was part of him, and enough darkness to reform the mass. The law of matter present of course. He couldn't reform from less darkness than he'd created by exploding into the cloud. That's where the matter on the ground came in, filling in for what Ali had scattered among the sky. Cracking his neck he grinned thrusting his arms down and yanking them upwards causing a least four times the amount of writhing tentacle masses to burst forth from the pool he stood on.

The defense flawless now. If Ali tried to get into melee range he'd have to step across the pool of liquid to reach Yawgmoth in the center and be devoured or impaled or otherwise killed by the mass of shadows. Any ranged attack could be thwarted by the tentacle masses slapping it away or taking the blow for the titan. All that was left, was offense. A gleam in his white pupil-less eyes shone and he looked above, pointed at the sky then threw his finger forward pointing to Aliator. The dark matter present among the clouds solidified into crystalline structures shaped like needles and pins. A few hundred of them about the size of a standard pen but all very deadly. The pins in the sky started to rain down towards Ali's general locale.

Ziven appeared not too far away from where the fight began after they had exchanged several blows from one to the other. Her presence was completely silent, for all intents and purposes. It would be a challenge for they to know she was there, observing them fight. As she promised them both, she would not allow either to go too far. She would step in if she deemed it necessary. To hell with their pride.

* Ali let out a gasp as he felt himself get impaled by the tendrils, feeling how the blood crawled up his troath and out his mouth as he gasped for air. His power and aura withdrawing back, restricting itself inside him as when he walked around normally. Ali simply staring into Yawgs eyes, painfully flicking his right wrist and drawing one of his pistols to his hand. Then aiming it at Yawgs head. "Now he's getting desperate" would most likely go through Yawgs mind at this point. A small move of his wrist and a pull of the trigger and Ali had the gun aiming at Yawgs left eye, the ammo was a armor piercing high explosive round. Custom made to do damage if an armor was too thick. Going through the eye would be easy as it was soft matter, behind Ali assume there was a small obsidian black skin that would make the bullet crush, the explosion caused by that would do massive injury to Yawgs brain as the brain is exposed behind the eye.*

Yawgmoth watched intently and thought something like that when Ali drew the pistol. He almost laughed, did he really think that was going to work after all this time? He must be delirious from blood loss. As the shot fired the titan did what one was...supposed to do instead of resorting to violence. Turn the other cheek per say, simply turning his head to the side and upward so that the bullet would smash into his cheek where the skin was thicker. He was not, however, anticipating the explosion resulting after the impact as the bullet crushed itself against his skin. The resulting explosion flared and caused him to recoil holding his hand over his eye. The close point bright flash causing temporary blindness in that eye. Growling in anger he looked around for his prey knowing it was injured and the killing blow was soon to come only to note that he was not there before he heard the word 'Peace' spoken by an all too familiar voice. No...no she didn't. She wouldn't dare...would she?

Turning to look at Ali, she showed him a small smirk. Speaking softly, she replied to his comment with a bit of humor. "You may only dream of such." Stepping away from him the moment after, her focus fixed on her Husband. Slow and steady, she began walking toward him, waiting for him to speak, wanting them to be done fighting. Ali was clearly ready to stop, willing or not. As for her Love .. she knew this was not the case. One way or another, she was going to ease him from this blood lust.

* Ali watched as Ziven moved closer to Yawg, he still had some juice left in him. Hell you could tear off Ali his arms and legs and he'd still try to headbutt you to death, Ali was a struggler. Never give up until you let out your last breath, now it was more like a tacticall withdrawl. He had now seen just what Yawg could do and this would be useful information for next time. Besides in worst case Ali had a back-up plan.*