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I wont let you! *he said with a forceful voice to him* If you wish something taking it by force is not right. Fear and Domination isnt power either *He put himself in the was of betweem him and Ziven grabbing Zivens hand as the clock of his pocket began to tick once more*

With the unimaginable swiftness that Yawg moved with, she felt Seisukes hand leave her own but hardly could react before she realized Yawg was already touching her .. nearly. Her head moved slightly, subconsciously giving consent while her two minds continued to feel passionately opposite.

Seisuke had greatly undermined Yawgmoth's abilities. Before he had given the dojo master a run for his money at just 25% of his maximum when they fought in the dojo. The Dark Titan's hand laid on her shoulder just before Seisuke vanished the first time making the pop sound. This was it. He would not outdo Yawgmoth in this state, not without being close to the same level. The two of them would vanish before he reappeared to grab her hand. The method was planeshifting of course. The energy for which was so minimal to gather in this state at least for the first shift in 24 hours that it was pathetically unnoticeable. This would cause Seisuke to grab and vanished with the heated air left behind from their departure.

In a violent explosive entrance an 80 yard radial sphere blew out into the forest created by dark energy. This could only mean one being had made his appearance known. Yawgmoth. The blackened figure stood floating just a few inches above the ground with his pale white eyes narrowed and his fists clenched tightly. The dark energy pulsating out of him was massive and would likely be felt by the entire guild. After the events of the past week and staying at his full level for so long, it had come to this. Something had to give. Tension was in the air with every situation and the dark titan was not about to hold himself back any longer. He had to get what he wanted, or someone had to die. There were no other options anymore he thought to himself running over the scenarios over and over and over in his head.

Thinking over the scenarios did the opposite he thought, instead of trying to find a path to what he wanted and discover some hidden route to peace that way everything he could think of only ended worse than before. It was starting to get to him. His fists clenched tighter and his scowl only narrowed further. It started with blood veins cracking in his eyes showing the broken stitching of red lines in his otherwise clear whites. The lines gravitated towards a center where a pupil would be just like a normal bloodshot eye. Slowly a red liquid seemed to fill the area that would be the pupil creating a red eye effect over both eyes. His muscle mass started to increase and his size with it. Ziven had been the only one so far to bear witness to the grotesqueries of this ability, now it was happening outside of his control because of the simple trigger, hatred.

Rampage was its name. A strong increase in power at the decline of reason and rationale. It increased his powers by 500%. Before he had only been at 10% of his maximum, his casual walk around power. But now, now it was going to apply that 500% amplification to his perfect power. Two huge obsidian arms raised into the air and beastial roar broke the silence of the air. The force of the yell alone caused the air in the area to blast outward with a gust of wind. The darkness in the area attuned to his newfound power, this however was dangerous. The air would start to burn as the shadows infected it. As it reached is pinnacle the earth had finally enough. The sharp spike in powers unrestrained was too much for the realm. Strong lightning storms with purple and red bolts began to streak across the sky. However instead of striking ground they actually started to break down dimensional barriers between earth and the rest of the universe. This was getting dangerous. In a final blast of nothing but the exertion of his energy the area in the initial radius of his entrance was incinerated underneath the crushing power of the shadows. Eaten and devoured by their hunger. When the expulsion of power ceased though. He was nowhere to be found. Gone to find the living, to crush them.

Walking in a tired fashion for about the length of a football field Yawgmoth crossed into the lush wilderness that boarded the bone wastes. Now with life surrounding him he smiled a little. "Perfect" he said. His arm that cradled the injured one moved up to the shoulder and with a grit of his teeth gripped. Actually crushing his own arm with his insane strength at the thicker part near the shoulder blade. Once he had squished the muscle and skin down near the bone he closed his eyes since the pain was already next to unbearable and twisted cracking the bone and ripping the limb off. Working with tendons and trying to reattach them was hideously tedious work, actually more work than regrowing an arm from nothing. Dropping to one knee from blood loss he called upon the green Ur-Dragon's ability. The reason he'd moved to an area with wilderness. Lifegift. The effect of the ability depended heavily on the environment. If there was more life to draw energy from the greater it would be. So it began, drawing the life from the plants, the grass and even Fox and Ziven if they followed though it would be hardly noticeable. This vast jump in power caused him to gasp and concentrate hard. Using the newly given energy and burning it out just as quickly by regenerating his entire arm in just a few minutes. The spell ended and he sat down breathing heavily, sweating. He'd gained enough to not pass out again from exhaustion thank god but walking again was out of the question for a bit.