Welcome to Gaia! ::

:: he feels the strings cut and has nothing to hold onto. He falls dwon with a loud thud and a slight gasp ocurs as the blade cuts across his body, blood flying from the blade. He lands with a hard thud, and the cloud of darkness dissapates. He lies on the ground, the slowly puts one foot on the ground, then another. He rips the rest of the shirt from his body, his lean ebony torso glistining in the light. Blood runs down the front of his chest and down his cheek, his breathing coming in heav labored breaths. With diffucalty he raises one of his blades in front of him with the tip pointing up. He lowers the other one, the tip touching the ground. He looks at the man.:: Shall...we...continue? :: each word sent pain through his body. He had not gotten this far to fail, espically not with the man watching. He would not fall.::

At this point in time Yawgmoth butted his big head into the bout with a loud laughter clapping his hands "Great show. But we thought you boy, were only here for a spar? Not to kill anyone. Even we suggest you comply with Master Takara and do some training. Perhaps he will engage you in rematch. Or perhaps we will let you take your shot at someone like us. Unless. You contine to fight him and die today." Though his taunts were cruel in intention Yawgmoth was at least half impressed that the elf hadn't fallen from Takara's initial strike. He hadn't told a soul but the dark king couldn't see Takara moving. He only caught the beginning steps and tail end of the dashing stab.

"Knowing when to stop and not die. Is as noble as fighting until death."
Showing his respect for such a wise choice the ronin clasped his hands and bowed in respect to the elf.
"I will look forward to our rematch."
Takara turned to Master Yawgmoth and said plainly
"I will not let you fight him before I have my rematch. Are we clear Master Yawgmoth?"

:: He clapsed hands with the man and then lookd to the unnaturally large man.:: Thank..you..Takara. :: He had learned an important lesson that day. He did not want to face the man named yawgmoth anytime soon.:: I will not be so easy to defeat next time. :: He then leaned away and coughed adding under his breath:: I hope. :: He knew the ronin probably heard it, but it was meant for him to hear and only him to hear.::

Yawgmoth blinked and grabbed Takara's shirt bringing him in close saying quietly. "Shut up. Not everyone needs to know that. We haven't slept since our Crow left. We will not rest until she returns to us. We don't care if we lose a fight but we can't sit in that bar all day. It's boring. Why do you think we called a truce with Zero? He would defeat us now. And we are stronger than you remember. We can beat people. Just not super talented people right now. Either way. We have to do something other then sit in that bar and rot. Ok. Now keep it quiet" he said letting Takara go.

Yawgmoth of course didn't listen to the ronin. And instead nodded in return to his bow. Jumping up into the stands he started up the stairwell towards the baclony seats to watch the entire arena for the next person to walk in. Perhaps he could fight someone today. At least it would remove his mind from Crow.

*"Raptors" backwheel tore a section of the ground apart when it came to a hault right outside the arena doors, it's engine roaring like a aggitated demon with a torn in his foot before it died out when Ali got off.
His torn cape fluttered wildly when he began to approach the doors, They opening by themselves from a simple shockwave.
A vacation once in awhile was good and required for both the body and mind, but even so you shouldn't allow yourself to rust thus the reason why Ali had arrived here.*

:: The drow stood in the stands and then looked around. He figured he would at least watch lord yawgmoth fight. He saw the man thaty connected his glance with him. He smiled, but would let him stay for now. He also looked at the man with the torn cape. He had watched him open the door with what looked like a thought. He might need to be avodied..::