Sore loser? I don't care about the fight, Thief King Bakura. Pain is nothing! But you made a couple of mistakes that I can't forgive so easily.
[His expression remains unchanging. That arrogant fool... Mocking him even now? An unearthly howl splits the air, the ground beginning to tremble around them as something thunders in the distance. The rain begins to pour down in a fierce torrent of coldness. Lightning flashes in the sky.
Hidden under the mist, the hole the beast had made lies in the thief king's path. Is he going in a circle? Of course he is. Otherwise he'd be walking into walls in reality. Altering perception of direction is a pain...]
For one thing, you shouldn't have ripped out my hair.
[With those words, Bakura disappears, offering a casual middle finger as a farewell.]
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[His expression remains unchanging. That arrogant fool... Mocking him even now? An unearthly howl splits the air, the ground beginning to tremble around them as something thunders in the distance. The rain begins to pour down in a fierce torrent of coldness. Lightning flashes in the sky.
Hidden under the mist, the hole the beast had made lies in the thief king's path. Is he going in a circle? Of course he is. Otherwise he'd be walking into walls in reality. Altering perception of direction is a pain...]
For one thing, you shouldn't have ripped out my hair.
[With those words, Bakura disappears, offering a casual middle finger as a farewell.]