Bakura jerked as if he had been physically hit when he heard those words. Pure self-preservation or not, they had been exactly the thing that he had needed at that moment. 'DAMMIT!!' While the thought was still forming his body had already sprung into action, making him take a couple of steps back that found the few stable spots within the roof with the instinctive surefootedness of a thief who had grown old in his profession. At the same time he jerked the scimitar up just in time to have the deadly claws crawl over it as they pushed it dangerously against his front.

Seconds later there was another howl as Bakura twisted the blade and forcefully pushed it against their opponents area between his fingers. Gasping for breath, Bakura gave the monster a challenging glare as his face pulled once more into his sadistically-confident smirk. "Well, that's not the kind of getting closer I had in mind when I came here."