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You did the right thing, if you get a choice between fighting or having a friend or loved one die or fight instead then you should fight. That way you won't feel as if you threw your loved ones to the wolves afterwards.* Ali smiled a little at her, He had never chosen to have someone fight instead of him. Sure he got some serious injuries at times it still felt as if he had protected them.*

Not sure, Might polish my pistols, mate with Loki like there's no tomorrow...Speaking of which You should do that with Hunter too. If we loose against Yawg then you won't get another chance and Yawg will probably try to take your virginity first. It's better if you gave it to the one your love rather then the one you despise.* Ali watched Ziven with a warm yet serious smile, wondering on how she would react.*

Shocked at first, her expression quickly changed to a mixture of shyness and upset. "If only life were to work that way." she said softly. Shifting her feet, she shown him another apologetic smile. "I should go. I hope we may speak again soon, friend." she said softly, nodding respectfully before disappearing with a pop.

Soon during her wandering Ziven would come across a large hill and some grassy meadow. As she neared it however, the hill began to move. Rising up taking the dirt and the grass with it was the ferocious looking Titus, the master dreadnought. Shaking his insanely large form back and forth he caused the grass and the dirt to fall off of him. The grass, upon closer inspection would reveal to be just..moss. He'd been lying there for some time, most likely sleeping. So long that moss had grown around his metal body and covered him. Large yellow eyes the size of 10 men Yawgmoth's size starred around blankly, tiredly. Flopping back down upon the ground causing a minor quake the great dreadnought lazily peered and found Ziven's tiny, tiny form amongst the life. "Hello there little one." the deep rumbling voice came from the metal behemoth. "It has been some time since I last saw you out here. What has become of you since that time?" the gentle creature inquired shifting his girth to get a better view of her.

The massive creature thought for a moment. Though he'd been lying there for awhile, the communications that went across every phyrexian went across him. He knew what was on the horizon. "I do not care for fighting either. Ironic for me. You are delicate. I am bred to kill. I guess two people born of different thoughts and worlds can still harbor the same feelings of pacifism." he said gently. Two streams of steam shot from his nostrils to the left and to the right as he exhaled. "Aye. I have enjoyed the quiet still of the day air. Listening only to the birds sing, the animals skitter about. Too afraid was I to move for fear of startling such beauty. So I just sat here. I do not regret it." he said almost bending his giant snout into a smile for her. "The way I hear things little one, your skills in combat are to be tested soon. Everyone's is. I am surprised...he has not come to me to ask for my aid. Do you happen to know why?" he asked, wondering if she had any idea why Yawgmoth wasn't here badgering him to fight for him.

The titan nodded slowly. "Yes. I share the same spinal implant as all of my brethren. I know of his war. When war is on the horizon, I am usually the first being he seeks out. As I have told you before little one, I will only fight when I deem it necessary. He seeks my approval before each war. It is almost a custom. For him to not show up has been rather...surprising. I am still at ends." Titus admitted exhaling another breath of steam. The warm air shooting out and washing over towards Zivens form. "There are reasons for both sides in this conflict. Your side, you fight for justice, for your lives. Yawgmoth fights for pride and conquest. However, his side is severely disadvantaged. An unusual thing for Phyrexia. So many opponents have gathered against him it is...almost unfair. If he were to ask of me, I would not know which answer to give." the dreadnought said. "For on your side, there are friends. You. I do not wish to have to come to battle with you little one. What do you think? What should I do?"

Titus' large pale yellow eyes closed slowly and another breath of steam exhaled violently as he pondered her words. "Thank you." he said quietly, calmly. Standing up the behemoth began to move and reared back holding itself in place with four of its eight arms. Starring down upon her tiny form he spoke. "Your words are true, your wisdom is underestimated. My decision has been made. To bring the swiftest end to this needless battle, in order for tranquility to take over after the chaos is over. I will make Yawgmoth the victor. On one condition, and one condition alone. That he leave you alone. That if you are to survive. Your care will be my responsibility. Not his. I know what twisted things my savage creator would do to you. You are my friend, and though I must fight against you for what I believe is right. I wish the least harm upon you." the dreadnought spoke with a firm nod opening his yellow eyes. "May this conflict settle swiftly. Taking the least amount of lives it can. Maybe, maybe one day little one. You and I will talk again, as friends." he concluded.