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Yawgmoth's anger broke too, first titus now lanshor and now this flesh bag, this human talking to him that way. Without even thinking he stepped forward and swung with tightly closed first to strike Ziven down, the look of anger burning on his face.

Though there was no way to anticipate his reaction, somehow it was as if she knew he would react poorly to what she said. With a small squeak, she raised her arms, crossing them over her face, and from that point her barrier that protected her began to form. If Lanshor had not stopped Yawgmoth's fist, the shield would not have been fully formed to protect her from the blow.

Lowering her arms from her face, she observed what had happened. The idea of someone protecting her was surprising enough but the thought of Yawgmoth's own son wanting to protect her from having angered him yet again was .. too much. Gently she cried out, wanting to end the madness that she caused. "Please! I am sorry, let this stop now, please."

Lanshor's eyes went wide and the hissing sound stopped as he fell to the ground with a cough. He tried to get up once and failed. He managed to push through the crushing pain in his gut and stand up. "I'm...stil...standing." he said holdingh is stomach. "She's apologized. I hope...you won't strike again. I don't want to fight with you." he said taking large breathes. Yawgmoth had apparently hit his diaphram or a lung perhaps. He still stood in front of Ziven just in case Yawgmoth decided to play mean again.

Yawgmoth's eyes kept a careful lock onto Ziven and his son. He liked the fact that she seemed disgusted that he would strike his offspring. But she should've known coming from Yawgmoth that he would do such a thing if the matter at hand came to it. If she hadn't opened her mouth it wouldnt've happened in the first place he thought to himself watching her attempt at healing him. Scoffing he turned his back to them grumbling over something, his smooth black tail swishing calmly back and forth.

Slowly she moved her hands, clasping on in the other over her lower abdomen. Bowing her head down slightly, she kept her head in that position and took several steps backwards, away from both of them, the barrier moving with her. "My apologies. It is not my intention to interfere." she felt the urge to run away, to disappear in to the night, but her curiosity stayed her.

Lanshor frowned as Yawgmoth left. "Planeshift...no wonder I can't tell where he went.." Lanshor said aloud with a sigh. "I'm very sorry I got you involved Miss Ziven. But I won't let him hurt you if I can help it. I promise" he said with a smile turning his head over his shoulder to her.

Lanshor rubbed the back of his head and turned more towards her. He was tripping over words in his head trying to think of what to say. Yawgmoth would know how to say things, despite saying the wrong thing. At least he got his message across. Lanshor paused for a moment and then spoke "As much as you would like me too leave it to you Miss Ziven I cannot do that. No matter what anyone has told you, listen to me. Without my help my father will win. I do not mean to offend you, but there is no one who has even beaten my father at anything. He doesn't know what losing is. And he certainly will not have his first loss be to someone like you" Realizing that may have sounded wrong he spoke quickly again "What I mean, er, I meant by that was that you're a woman, and a human to him. That's two weak things that he dislikes generally. The only women he actually cares for is my mother, he finds them weak on a general basis. And humans he despises like I despise violence. If he did lose to you somehow, I fear for your safety. I know my father would 'correct' his loss by killing you. And as much as I love him I can't let him do that. But I can't let him win with you either..." the young man finished ducking his head and looking at the ground. He was very much the opposite of Yawgmoth in more ways than one. Yawgmoth was confidant in his words, confidant in his posture and stature, Lanshor was unsure of himself, unsure of what he could do. "I...I'll think of something. I promise ok. I know someone who might be able to help...more than Yawgmoth realizes. My mother. I was going to see her anyway. She gets very jealous of him around other women. If she found out his intentions and did not agree with him. He would leave you alone..I'm sure of it. He lost my mother once cheating on her. And it tore him apart inside. He won't take that risk again" Lanshor smiled thinking that he'd finally found a solution. The only downside was..if Crow wanted Ziven as a pet too. Then he'd be in trouble. But perhaps, she would listen to her son and tell Yawgmoth a two letter word he only accepted from Crow. The word "No".