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Leaning far against the wall watching the battle ensue Lord Yawgmoth tilted his head slightly watching Aliator. He was impressed but not suprised. He'd figured as quiet as Ali often kept he had to be hiding something great. He smirked crossing his arms over his chest enjoying the entertainment. He figured Aliator would win but for some reason if he did not. Yawgmoth would play clean up crew with Alanna since she'd be worn from battle and would put up no resistence to his assault. But that was the future. The present had his eyes concerned with the fight which he watched with great intent his crimson eyes ablaze with excitement.

Shortly out of site from the others, a mysteriouse force begines to take part. With an extremly soft hiss, the ground starts to ripple as if it was water, the material shifting apart for a single warrior who was rising out of the ground like it was an elevator. With a sound of intense sucking, like a suction cup or some other vacume, the warrior comes out of the ground up to his hips, arms crossed, and head tilted downwards. His right arm is completly gone, lost years ago in a large battle, only to be replaced by a machine arm.

His arm is a very powerful weapon, aided by his elemental magic, and his swords. As he rises, we see that he is almost fully nude, save for everything from the waiste down. In the same battle that gave him the mechanical arm, he also gained his mechanical legs and pelvis. His legs are rather thick and bulky, comparied to his sleek looking arm. Each are the size of a competitive body builder's legs, only heavily armored and mechanized with several hidden features.

He finally fully rises out of the ground, and it immediatly settles down going back to its normal inert state. As the battle goes on, the warrior simply hovers there, toes pointed at the ground, mere inches above it. His arms remain crossed, and his head remains pointed to the ground as if he is sleeping.

((I am using a seprate character then the one the Lord killed. I am still a bit miffed at that.))

Finally she came upon him appearing two feet away, very close indeed to let him get to her. As soon as she stopped though she hovered above the thick layer of snow with her wings, unleashing an unslaught of thousands of icicles that aimed for all his vital organs. If they were deflected or even destroyed she was preparred for his follow up attack by tucking her elbows in keeping her palms open.

Slice reappeared once again on the battlescared land that used to a a great meafow surrounded by trees. Now the placed looked like nothing more than Ground Zero of the end of the world. He sighed as he remembered the last time he had come here. He had gotten into the brutal fight with Lord Yawgmoth and had barely escaped, even though he had actually seriously wounded the man, Yagmoth did get a deep wound of Slice's neck when he was in his dragon form. It had taken Slice three days to heal the wound fully and another two weeks for him to regain his lost strength. "Well, I'll be damned." he said lightly to himself as he saw Yawgmoth's imposingly large form on the other end of the field.

Shadows begin to sway and gather in one area. Slowly they rise to stand over seven feet, suddenly they separate to reveal the Vampire Prince, Carlock Jakul Printe.

The tendrils reminded him of something he once read in a book, a book that spoke little about the figure known as "Mal". His expression light up as he admired them all there they wiggled towards the sky around him, Pressing his palm then further into the ground to enhance the attack she had now become trapped within. He to could feel how the air around him began to decrease along with parts of his clothes now starting to tear themselves up and flying off him. As an attempt to make her loose her consentration, Ali swiftly raised his pistol once more and pressed the trigger twice. Both bullets would create tunnels within the shockwaves that would collide together once again as they passed and eventualy hit their target* Game over...

* His smile turned to chuckeling as his own bullet flew in between his theeth and out from his left cheek, It hurt like haveing a million red glowing needles poked through the entire area around the wound. However the damage helped him just asmuch as it injured him, his anger grew stronger and thus so did his determination, focus and strenght. His chuckeling then turned into a loud and manic laughter as he slowly stood up straight and holstered the pistol behind his back, Raiseing his arms up and holding them a shoulder lenght out from his body.* I haven't had this much fun for quite along time now, You, Curelara, are indeed an opponent i would enjoy to face again and again until the end of time. Come forth now and let us see who your father "Death" will embrace!* His entire body shacked of both anger and excitement, he enjoyed every second, every drop of blood, the smell of gunpowder and every thrilling and painful feelings she had caused him during this battle. It didn't matter if he won nor died anymore, for him this was the most hilarious and entertaining moment he had ever had in RDS.*