The squeeze surprised him, but he didn't show it as he caught the whip from the air. Uncoiling the whips lash into a battle-ready position he stalked forward like a king towards his subjects. He was feeling a faint sense of premonition for the bloodshed and maiming that was going to ensue, ramped up to a pleasant tingling by the hunger he was feeling from her. Ah, how long had he not done this anymore...? It had been centuries.

"In time," his voice purred through their connection as his part of the resonance latched onto hers once more eagerly, wanting everything and then more from the Weapon. "In time."

Not letting her eagerness get the better of him, he approached the kishin egg almost casually, taking his sweet time figuring out how to attack best. It had to come fast, it had to hurt and it had to make it scared of his weapon upon the first hit. The kishin egg that looked like a skinned horse and rider that had been fused together was still way too careless as it dug it's teeth into the little boys arm and tossed him up into the air. The moment both of its heads were distracted Bakura let the whip flick through the air, aiming for its more human face and head.