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Though she was not the greatest fighter, she was no fool. She did not know exactly what was intended but with a small pop, she disappeared, taking refuge in the rafters for a moment. So as not to get any surprises, she waved her hand and hundreds of candles appeared all throughout the the bar toward the ceiling, suspended and protected by magic, so they would not burn or be extinguished easily.

Sakura petals formed directly in front of Tutsumi and started to attach themselves onto Yawg's tail. The set in front of him would catch him before he would hit, making his landing a soft one. As for Yawg, the petals were now in the process of going under his skin, moving at an atomic level and melding with his molecules until they were under his skin. From there they would replicate and start to take over.

The burning sensation from the flower petals melding into his tail's obsidian skin irritated him enough to make him ignore Ali. His tail thrashed about trying to throw them off to no avail. Flailing and what not in every direction it could trying to get them to fly off. Now they were under his skin and he could feel it. His teeth gritting at the pain they caused. Yawgmoth reached around with his hand and grabbed the end of his tail, his hand began to glow with an all too familiar purple light and the all too familiar beam of darkness struck his tail traveling down the bone and skin. As Aliator and many others would well remember, the darkness Yawgmoth wielded broke down matter on an atomic level slowly dissolving molecules and atoms like an acidic substance. This would cause any petals under his skin to experience much of the same thing. However, being that his darkness powers stemmed from his very own genetics this rendered him completely immune to their effects. Much like a mage that wielded fire as his weapon couldn't be burned. His tail would remain in tact and fine and the energy flowing through his tail would merely burn and eat away at the foreign matter until it was gone. Yawgmoth snarled. "We said, go away Ali. We don't want to play anymore. We want the flower boy for dinner now. He dared to try and cause us pain. You get to die in place of the girl now boy. We will enjoy breaking your neck."

Moving away slightly, not for cowardace but to take a proper fighting stance, Tutsumi narrowed his eyes and got ready for Yawg to attack.

Shaking his head slightly, Tutsumi turned around quickly and headed to the bar. He was still shirtless at this point which meant his energy was still leaking out and surrounding him in a dense 'wall' of sorts. Popping his jaw, he took a bottle of water and started to drink as he then started to clean up the place with a simple gaze at the 'improper' areas.

Leave him, maybe he'll come to his senses. I gave him a blow that could cause coma. He'll at least be out for a day.* Ali hung his weapon onto his belt before he reached down and pulled Yawgs upper body up, dragging him over to a chair and placing him on it. Turning towards the others.* Though I would suggest you don't sit around and wait to see if he do wake up faster or not.

Ziven nodded before returning to Feldspar's side. The dragon looked to Ziven with a somber expression. "This could have gone better. We should return home." she said confidently, still watching Ziven. After a moment of pondering, she continued by saying; "Perhaps your friends should come also." As she said this, her eyes trailed to Tutsumi, lingering on him for a moment before looking to Ali and Ryan.