The wolf stumbled mid-stride giving a surprised, pained yelp as it was hit with two conflicting imperatives: attack and stop. The laugh only cemented just how close Solomon appeared to breaking, and for all his confidence Bakura knew he still had to be careful. A necromancer's abilities would still work here -- the wolf evident of that -- and his ghosts had different types of vulnerability in this place.

"I doubt you're strong enough to take control of it from me," he said, using his own willpower to press back against Solomon's.