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[He realizes he’s in a very bad position. No weapon, and his body feels like it is only seconds away from collapsing on him. He’s just now realizing that maybe he took this too far. He didn’t think it through well enough, and now he’s screwed. Can he really fight anymore? The Ring feels heavy around his neck, and he can feel it humming. He’s on his hands and knees, and his hair is hiding his face, so he lets a confident smirk spread across it. Maybe he’s not screwed quite yet.]
Go fuck yourself. [He gasps out, and grabs the Ring, stabbing on of the prongs into Riku’s outstretched hand.] You can see him in Hell! I’m not giving up quite so easily!
[He launches himself at Riku, ready to plunge the spike into Riku's throat, when his body is suddenly thrown backwards. He lays there on his back, stunned for a minute, before his eyes narrow in understanding.]
Bakura, you little shit!
[He tries to draw himself up, and gain back the control his host is fighting for.