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Yawgmoth tilted his head at the sight of the gun. Guns were useless. But he was not going to make that egotistical mistake against Aliator, no sir. Ali knew Yawgmoth thought guns were useless against him. Perhaps Ali had thought of a way to make them useful...but how...A distraction! The idea hit Yawgmoth as Ali pulled the trigger. That was the only logical conclusion Yawgmoth could come to. Why else pull the trigger against someone who would the bullets would bounce from and leave a slight reddening of the skin? Pestilence was sure to do the major damage, the bullets were nothing but scapegoats to allow Pestilence to do just that. Smart move and it would have almost worked if Yawgmoth had not thought just a few steps ahead in time. This was going to be very risky but Yawgmoth's dark energy started to disappear and he rose the axe over his head and began to swing downward, at a certain point he vanished. The trick Ali was most interested in about Yawgmoth he had either fogotten about or wasn't counting on it. The planeshifting matrix. It took Yawgmoth's own energy to pump it up to full for the discharge so this would leave him weaker, but shifting in mid-swing meant when he reappered he would be finished the swing. And where did he reappear, why directly behind Ali of course. Sure that was the predictible spot for him to pick but also the most effective given the situation. The axe's weight and Yawgmoth's strength would cause the downfall to be hideously fast, Ali would have to turn around or sprout arms from his back to stop it in time. Yawgmoth, however, could feel his stamina drain away as he swung. If this missed, it was going to be well for him.

Yawgmoth's jaw opened as if to speak but instead a beam of purple energy launched itself from it. Yawgmoth was not one to quit and this sudden surprise attack forced Ali to do two things. Take the hit to his face and cut Yawgmoth killing them both. Or drop the sword and run to avoid having his head blown off. There was no cut Yawgmoth and run. To cut Yawgmoth with Pestilence meant Ali would have to take the time to do so, time that would allow the point blank attack to rip through his face. Yawgmoth had used this particular attack against Aliator before and it had almost worked then. The huge downside was, this was the last of Yawgmoth's dark power. Forcing a planeshift and then this sudden attack was all he had to give. If Ali did run away to spare himself and let the fight continue, it was surely the beginning of the end for Yawgmoth unless he could somehow find a loophole in Ali's flawless fighting.

Since Aliator turned his body putting Pestilence away from Yawgmoth to stop the beam with his alloy hand which had previously held the weapon, Yawgmoth was easily able to duck his head in time to avoid the swing of the blade. His trick had worked. While he was ducking under, unaware of Ali's backup plan, he swept his legs out in effort to clip Ali's legs from under him. This would cause Ali to fall onto his back if successful. But Ali was sure to notice why Yawgmoth had resorted to a physical attack such as tripping. There was no more dark energy to use. Physical was all he had left unless, in a miracle, he could find the time to recover his energy. Very very unlikely against an opponent of Ali's caliber.

Yawgmoth scrambled to his feet and he been on the attack throwing his left fist up when the acid sprayed upon it. Yawgmoth roared in pain and promptly used his right hand's claws to slice the left arm off from the shoulder blade before the corrosive liquid ate away more than it needed to. The arm dissolved on the floor in a burst of dark energy that re-entered Yawgmoth's body. It was going to attempt to grow itself, but this would take hours, days maybe. And surely it wouldn't grow back until the fight was over and he had time to concentrate his bodily functions on doing so. Yawgmoth held his hand up and smiled. "Isn't this a familiar situation my friend. We took your arm, and now you repay the favor. As we recall in that battle. You surrendered after that, We shall do the same. We cannot continue the fight and lead to victory. We would rather spare you the energy, and spare ourselves the same and just give the bout to you than continue to our defeat. It could be ten more seconds, or ten more minutes. Or even ten more hours of this going back and forth. Eventually, we are going to lose. We know this. You are the winner Ali." Yawgmoth admitted holding his stump of a left arm with his right to stop the bleeding with pressure since he couldn't use his dark energy to burn the wound shut.