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*At this point the adrenaline going through Ali's body, along with his pain tollerance, nullified the pain completely. Makeing it seem as if Yawg was just trying to push him away, Atleast for Ali.
They kept at it for awhile before Ali thrusted his head forward and did like Mike Tyson, clenching down the metalic jaws onto Yawgs left ear and thrusteing his head violently back in an attempt to rip it clean off.*

*Although his helmet took most of the impact, it didn't prevent a few lines of plasma juice from flowing down his face. By now Ali began to regain some of his control, enough to focus on developing a red and black orb in the palm of his left hand behind his back, out of view for Yawgmoth.
Ali was fakeing another test of strenght by pushing his head towards Yawgs, buying enough time for the orb to harvest his anger and hate and grow into a highly destructive force.
As soon as it was complete, Ali slammed it into Yawgs stomach.
For Yawg and Ali they could now only see the area around them the same color as the orb, infact they were inside the orb reciveing half the damage Ali's rage and hatered orb usualy delivered. It would be enough to bring Ali to his knees, question was if it also made Yawg.*

The head collision damaged Yawgmoth more since he wasn't wearing a helm to protect his skull. He had dumb luck when Ali fired the orb as he fell onto his back. The orb grazed him and surrounded himself and ali like intended but the brunt of the orbs violent energy didn't directly bomb into his gut. The world spun for a moment and he felt like his brain was jarring around his head like a bouncy ball slammed into a small room. He shook his head to balance it out. He attempted to stand and used his tail once again to balance himself. Ali could probably recover from both moves by now, but that did't stop Yawg from going with a simple straight punch towards his chest.

Yawgmoth's head jerked to the side from the force of Ali's blow but that wasn't about to slow his momentum down. His left arm might be tangled but his best arm was still able. And he came with a full force right armed uppercut towards Ali's jawbone.

Yawgmoth thought to himself as Ali's fist smashed into his nose rupturing some tissue inside but not breaking his steel like bones, that it was foolish of him to uppercut while Ali still had his arm. His plan was for it to launch Ali away to give him some breathing room. But as long as Ali held onto his arm. He wasn't going anywhere. His head snapped back and he slung it back to face ali blood flingin from his nostrils onto both men. In anger he grabbed whatever part of Ali's arm his hand could touch and fired off a point blank orb of black to corrode Ali's arm off. He was growing weaker by the second. Blood loss and damage were wearing and with Ali allowing no recovery time it was getting desperate.

It only took a simple twist of his head to avoid being blinded or have his face scarred by the acid. Twisting his head to the right the acid would spray on his left shoulder. He grit his teeth feeling the burning liquid dig into his armor like skin. It would degrade his skin slower than a normal beings but the end result would be the same. Jerking his hand free from Ali's degrading arm he utilized its close range before his shoulderblade was eaten off and his arm fell to the ground, to press his palm against Ali's side and blast, not with a corossive element but with a projectile element one sure to knock Ali far enough away to give him some recovery time. While at the same time provide that time for Ali.

Yawgmoth's right hand grappled his upper left biscep and pulled with a great strength ripping his half corroded joint of an arm off. Tossing the arm to the ground it melted into a puddle of black shadows. Burnt skin still scarred his shoulder...er part of a shoulder and chest around that arena. His nose had clotted a long time ago but that didn't stop the stains of red blood from gracing his upper lip and around his chin. "You're not fooling us either. You're not so hot right now yourself" He said with a grin. He hadn't had this much fun in ages. Look at him. One armed, bleeding face. It was all too exhilierating. The puddle of black jumped up at the snap of his right arm and tackled him. Plunging into his chest. It would take quite some time for that shadow he'd absorbed to become a fully functional limb again but at least he had the matter back in place when the energy was right. A little something within yawgmoth's being began to silently grasp its charge. "More? Or should we save ourselves for the shade. If we kill you or you kill us our chances are going to drop." He didnt mind finishing the spar but turning it into a death match would be more than detrimental to their quest.

"Agreed. We'll have to kill each other later." Yawgmoth said licking the blood from his lips and chin with his forked serpentine tongue. "To the best fight we've had in ages" He said raising his arm in the air for a moment and with a wave headed for the exit. If anyone had to judge. Ali was the victor. Yawgmoth had sustained far more damage.