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as ivan cast every spell he could think of none worked as he laid on the ground a dark glow took hold as his remaining skin changed to that of a demon as the rotting flesh stop half of his chest and both legs were nearly gone but what took most of the hit were his arms which were falling off "yawgmoth this is not the end i'll find a way to stop that attack nexts time" ivan body disappers back to his castle to heal as he leave he notice that the battle feild was in destroyed

*Ali didn't hesitate, as soon as Seever finished his words Ali pulled the trigger. The gunshot rung through the arena along with the sound of flesh getting torn and bloodsplatter. Ali was dissapointed, he'd hoped that it would last longer and so he took out his dissapointment by plungeing "Pestilence" straight through his back and observed as the venom covered on the blade began to rot the the flesh and tissue around the wound. Certain snakes had such venom, this was just a modified one where it's effect had been accelerated.*Your request has been granted*When Ali then took out his sword, instead of just pulling it out the way it came in, he twisted the blade and pulled it horizontaly out. Increaseing the venoms effect and causeing a fountian of blood to squirt out. Which was better, To live numb from the neck down aswell as haveing your entire torso decomposed, or just simply die?*

Yawgmoth returned to the arena after heading inside to rest. The last thing he remembered before sleeping was seeing Ali's wife outside. She was....odd. But certainly seemed to fit a man like Ali well. The whole thought of them together made him long for Crow. But he quickly quashed those thoughts with thoughts of battle. Someone had to be in here for him to stomp. Somone.

Yawgmoth saw Takara's sword point and fall. He blinked. "As you wish..." he said aloud tossing his own black shirt to the ground. Yawgmoth reached into the shadows on the wall next to him and pulled out The Purger. The huge battle axe gripped in his right hand. He hoisted it up into both hands. And started the infamous tapping his foot on the ground. The very technique Takara had taught him to move fast despite his weight and bulky nature. On one final tap the ground sunk and he sped off the axe trailing behind him. The weight of the purger slowed his motion but only a little. As he got within range of Takara he slung his hands over his head bringing them down the Purger still in those hands which brought the axe down from staight above. The weight of the axe would make gravity accelerate it to negate the drawback of the slow swing.

The Purger dug deep into the arena floor and as Takara came attacking from the side Yawgmoth had to make a choice. Get hit and then attempt an attack with the axe or abandon the axe and dodge. He couldn't risk damage this early. His hands released from the axe and he moved to the right which would slide him just out of range from the sword. Without attempting to grab the axe again he kicked out with his left leg towards Takara.

Yawgmoth moved over to the purger and finally freed the huge axe from the ground. He moved over to the ronin on the ground and reared the axe back over his head slinging it down with a thunderous force.

Yawgmoth grinned seeing the axe blade bite into Takara's sword arm however his grin faded as he felt the tip of takara's katana plunge into his abs. He had failed to see it in time and ran right into it with the axe swing. He felt the blade sticking out of his back and looked down at the ronin. "How...did you cut our skin? its like steel. Your blade isn't blessed. How.." he said gritting his own teeth now to bite away the pain. Yawgmoth had some internal injuries now something had been stabbed through. He'd gotten takara but the ronin had gotten him worse.

Yawgmoth grumbled and contemplated. It would take him maybe an hour to regenerate his wound. But Takara still had a jitte and a good left arm and would win any speed contests. "Alright then master ronin. A draw it is. But we will kill you next time you challenge us. Remember that." Yawgmoth jerked the axe from Takara's shoulder and stepped back sliding the blade from his gut. Without another word Yawgmoth's form quickly turned to shadows and he left the arena to heal.