“That little bitch!” The Leader snarled as he snatched for the fragment hovering above Bakura’s palms.
“Don’t even think about it!” Bakura leapt back, shielding the soul fragment from his touch, both parts of her in agreement for once. It was for completely different reasons, but both her Zorc merged self and her ‘normal’ self mentally screamed in protest at what had happened.
“Give me that!” The Leader who seemed to have lost the plot completely, lunged again, “She ruined everything! Everything!”
“You won’t touch her.” Both parts of Bakura decided it was a really really good idea to get the hell out of the way at the dangerous tone the Pharaoh was emitting. “I won’t let you.”
Shadows swirled, drawn to the rage and despair of the most powerful of the item holders who stalked towards the leader of her enemies. The same man who did not have the sense to turn and run from the maelstrom of darkness, anger and pain.
“You’re not her.” The Leader realised, “You’re not the girl.”
“No.” Oneesan agreed, “Even at the end, she did not hate you. I do. With every atom of my being. You took her from me.” With that the Shadows rose and she started her game in motion, setting the field so he could not escape.
“She might have ruined my plans, but the barrier around the edge of her city still stands.” The Leader smirked, “You kill me, you’ll never learn how to break that barrier and the Shadows will slowly drain the strength of everyone here. They’ll die for nothing and her sacrifice will be in vain.”
“You WILL tell me how to break it.” Oneesan snarled, “Or I will drag the information out of you, piece by piece.” Her powers agreed with her, lashing out at the Leader, sending him crashing to the ground before lunging at every single one of the goons left in the room that Diabound had yet to rip apart. The darkness ripped away their souls and left their empty shells on the ground.
Bakura was almost impressed by how fast the Pharaoh had devolved into a raging monster. The thief could feel the part of her that was merged with Zorc eager for the devastation that would follow the Pharaoh’s wrath. It and the Shadows recognised this vengeful side of the spirit of the Puzzle, not that they had seen it in over two years.
“No. No I think I won’t!” The Leader crowed, “I win! She died and it’s all for nothing! She failed to protect her city! Her death means nothing!”
That was the final straw for Oneesan, whose Shadows slammed the man against the nearest wall, pinning him there as the pieces formed out of the darkness.
“In her name I give you this chance.” Oneesan snapped, “If you win, you live. If you lose, you’ll give me the information I need and then...” She smirked, “Well I’m sure you can infer the rest.”
“I won’t fall to you.” The Leader snapped as the Shadows let him down so her could take his place in the game, “No matter what ‘Game’ you call.”
“Oh it’s really quite simple.” Smugness seeped into Oneesan’s tone as the Shadows flowed through her, willing to intensify and draw off of her hatred for the man before her as they worked. This was her territory and she had not felt this powerful since she had given up using the Shadow Games for anything but emergencies. Using that strength she would make him pay for what he had forced her little sister to do. “The game that is.”
Four stone tablets appeared behind each of them, while two lines formed in front of them.
“You get four tablets, from which you can summon any beast that is linked to you. If you win three out of four battles, you win the game.” She explained as she stepped up to her line, “The Shadows told me that this is the sort of ‘Game’ you play with your men and with the others of this era who toy with the Shadows, despite not understanding the forces you toy with.”
“Any beasts at all?” He asked, with a smirk, taking his place “Fine but you have no idea of the creatures I can call.”
“Just shut up and summon your first beast.” Oneesan snarled, having no intention of going easy on the man, “Oh, and if you use anything but the creatures on your tablets or attack me you forfeit. Immediately.”
“Fine, fine. But when I win, I’m going to finish you off.” The man nodded, unconcerned, “Now, Vampire Lord! Come forth!”
“Dark Magician!” Oneesan snapped. The pair of monsters appeared at their summoners’ calls. One in ornate old Victorian noble style clothes, with huge bat wings and teal hair, protecting the leader of the thugs, while the other was in purple robes, with a green jewelled staff protected the Pharaoh. “Game Start!"
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