[Bakura slides his foot off his Akh's chest and rests it flat on the floor. He lets his hair go as well as he straightens up, a few stray strands falling loose from his grip. Even more join them as he shakes off his hand.
Brushing his hands together with a sense of confidence and finality, he chuckles despite the slight shortness of breath that came with adrenaline.]
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Brushing his hands together with a sense of confidence and finality, he chuckles despite the slight shortness of breath that came with adrenaline.]
I told you, you're no match.