Bakura's head snapped to the side as Ryou's foot connected with the right half of his face, but he only laughed darkly as tendrils of darkness shout out and caught the Weapon still in mid-air in return.
Suspending him there with what seemed to be nothing more than a passing effort of thought, Bakura took his time to wipe the dirt from his face and stand up.
When he did something had changed about him. The darkness seemed to be darker around Bakura and his hair was ...off. It had always been somewhat of a spiky mess but not the tips of his hair seemed to raise themselves against gravity like dozens and dozens of small thorns. The pair of big, forward-curved horns on the sides of his head were also new.
Pale lips parted in a laugh and suddenly the voice that had greeted Ryou right at the beginning when he had entered Bakura's soul was back. "Now, now. If you struggle it will only hurt all the more. Just submit yourself to me like the thief did."
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Suspending him there with what seemed to be nothing more than a passing effort of thought, Bakura took his time to wipe the dirt from his face and stand up.
When he did something had changed about him. The darkness seemed to be darker around Bakura and his hair was ...off. It had always been somewhat of a spiky mess but not the tips of his hair seemed to raise themselves against gravity like dozens and dozens of small thorns. The pair of big, forward-curved horns on the sides of his head were also new.
Pale lips parted in a laugh and suddenly the voice that had greeted Ryou right at the beginning when he had entered Bakura's soul was back. "Now, now. If you struggle it will only hurt all the more. Just submit yourself to me like the thief did."