Bakura smirked as he caught the remnant of the former predator out of the air, the soul now being nothing more than a snack waiting to be eaten. From hunter to hunted within the roll of a die. Ha! Pathetic!

Smirking to himself, he couldn't resist the urge to chuckle darkly. Letting the sound roll from the back of his throat and wash past the dark tunnel's walls, the spirit all but reared in loud laughter over the pleasure of having won the fight and having done so in the most bloody, most ultimate manner.

Then he raised the soul to his mouth and opened it wide, sharp teeth ready to tear it to bits and leave nothing behind as he meant to consume it entirely. 'Itadakimasu!' While he didn't say anything out loud the sadistic cheer echoed through their resonance.