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A massive force of energy entered the arena the moment Feame finished his words. From a bubbling black mass about tweleve or so feet away rose a tall red haired man who had muscles one would call..grotesque in size. Almost too large to be real. A tail of almost six feet dangled from behind his backside swiping against the ground. He held crimson red eyes locked onto Feame as he spoke "And we think you need to learn who the real badass around here is" The Dark King said cracking his knuckles. "Cowardly as it may be to call for aid his fight is done. You will attempt to teach your lesson on us. And we will teach you what it means to be an inferior creature. Do you accept?" As the mysterious figure smiled Feame could spot all of white teeth in gleam, all of them sharpened at the ends. The ones most called "fangs" were extended almost like a vampire but nowhere near as long or protruding.

( gonk I'd almost forgot)

"For once, you are right." The dark king said back. Locking one last gaze at Feame he said "As soon as we twist his head off. Yours is next." with that he turned aroudn to face Skye and Magik. "You get lucky today peon. We'll just beat you within an inch of your life and toss you to Aliator. We wouldn't rob him of the pleasure of ending your life himself. Now get ready." Yawgmoth vanished as the ground beneath him sank with a thunderous echo. The ground started snapping crushing in rapidly in a straight line for skye. Yawgmoth was running, in such a manner that each step he made shoved the muscles in his legs down on the ground with such a force that it crushed the very soil he walked on. The only method he had found, to move his huge mass so fast. The moment he'd closed the distance between himself and the dragnewt he threw out his left elbow for Skye's skull attempting to bash it in right off the bat. The added forces of the velocity of his run and his incredible physical power would make it quite a blow should it connect.

She shook her head as she backed up abit. She was there as a healer only, course if Yawgmoth did try to give Skye to Ali, she might very well have to voice an opinion of hers. Not that she was looking forward to doing so.

She bowed her head towards Skye, wishing him all the best of luck as she clasped her hands in behind her back, standing off to the side. Not wishing to be a burden.

"Really now. Perhaps you need to relax abit, tense, are we?" She didn't move from her spot, only turned her head to look back at him. "There is no need for threats as I am here as a healer only."

She was starting to dislike how some people always seemed to be looking for a fight, either to prove how tough they were or to reassure themselves of their manhood, she wasn't sure.

She did step out from underneath his hand on her shoulder. "With all due respect, sir. I will ask that you not rest a hand upon me again. Thank you." She returned her gaze back to the fight, merely wondering why he would believe she in any way posed a threat, she definately wasn't appearing to look much like a warrior or fighter of sorts.

"Healing Skye still would not be in your best interest. I've warned you now. When the fight is over by all means. Have your way. I am only here to assure that during, no one else gets involved."
He said with a light hearted smile. Takara might like to fight every now and again but had no want to today. But he didn't like the smell of Skye bringing another person with him to battle Yawgmoth.

She noticed the man's smile, sidestepping so she could face him and still keep an eye on the fight presently going on, her hands not moving from being clasped behind her back in a nonthreatening manner.

"I am a cleric of Pelor and I do what people ask of me. We guide, heal and protect. I am not a paladin, therefore I do not normally find myself involved in fighting. I don't normally do what's in my best interest, sir. I do what is in my charge's best interests. And he asked me to come here. Therefore I plan on seeing what I agreed to through to the end."

"We all choose our own paths, mine was decided long ago and that path brought me here. All I ask, when the fight is over, I be allowed to do as was requested of me. Nothing more. Nothing less."

Feame was no fool. He saw this beast's teeth where nearly as white as his own scales. The half-dragon shethed Crimson Ruination, and watched the battle start, befor noticing the assasin take a maiden, "In the meantime..." Feame said quietly, then raised his voice to the man, "Unhand the lady. Another dishonerable move. To put a maiden in harms way. If you wish a fight, then do it with me. The 13th knight of the order of the Rose! I will be your opponent while these two tend to there buisiness!"

Skye had far underestimated Yawgmoth's skin's surface tension strength. The blade itself did nothing, and with Yawgmoth's already abnormal body temperature the heat was not of too much concern. The impact sounded like steel hitting steel and nothing happened. Though, the heat did char his flesh which made the dark king reel it back quickly with a hiss of pain. Jumping away Yawgmoth threw his shirt off to the ground and took his boots off. He was going to need to be without hinderence for this. He should have done that at the start he thought. Yawgmoth, however decided to taunt Skye and waved his finger back and forth like a parent telling an infant no with a grim smile. "Simple blades are of no use to you. Enchanted or not. We have grown so much immunity to common weapons we are above them. Show us what you really have and lets not play with toys anymore. In fact. Why don't we show you our trick. Keep a close eye now. You might lose them after this" he said streching his hand outward. A small glowing purple orb formed ahead of his palm and fired towards the dragnewt. Upon the launch it split into five seperate pieces. These pieces meant to eat away things on a celluar level. Meaning they could eat through even adamantium with time. They were not to explode and blow apart.