Takuto was fast, but his strike with Yuugi was not quite fast enough; only the very tip if the sword caught flesh, but even that small contact struck Yuugi with the impression that something about their enemy's body was very wrong.

The bright light of Bakura's attack obscured any view of their opponent for a moment and then--

The clown staggered back somewhat as the attack faded, injured but nowhere near taken down, an eerie laugh bubbling from its throat in response to the damage. Heavy drops of blood splattered to the ground, black as midnight, only to rise up again and somehow form needles, long and deadly, in the air.

With its blood...?! is the first thought that seizes him, though the horror is quickly overridden by the urgency of the situation; it's not even been a full five seconds since his own attack had all but missed and it certainly won't be another five before the bloody needles find their target in his meister unless they do something.

'Move!' Yuugi shouts, and though the command is obvious and unnecessary, what's important is the strong shove he gives Takuto through their resonance, focusing his every effort on somehow giving his meister the boost he needs to dodge the counter-attack and survive.