[The sword pierced him effortlessly, ripping any remnants of confidence from his face. He couldn't speak, a low croak of pain bubbling up from his throat as his mind screamed out. Malik just stands there as he watches the scene unfold before him, limply perched on that blade until it's suddenly drawn out with a sickening spurt of blood. He falls backwards over Rosenkreuz's body as soon as that sadistic support is gone.
He was going to die.
...But if he was going to die, then he'd make Bakura, and his other half, suffer with him.]
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He was going to die.
...But if he was going to die, then he'd make Bakura, and his other half, suffer with him.]