A bit anticlimactic, Bakura thought dryly. He had to force the Necromancer's hand, literally, since there was much less of an actual need to obey field spaces in this place. He had a fairly good idea of what Solomon might be after, possibly moreso than his opponent himself did, but ultimately this was less about teaching the mechanics of a shadow duel and more about bringing to bear what it actually demanded.

His ghosts, just a shimmer less than invisible here so that they left wispy intangible trails around him, thrummed in anticipation.

"You think so much like everyone else, waheh-maw," Bakura said with a shake of his head, almost pityingly. "To believe that if you put up enough defense: walls, guards, traps, that you can keep anyone out. That you can lock truths away. You did the same with your own heka and look where it's gotten you. Having to ask someone like me for help? Shadowslayer," he added and the named monster appeared not in front of him as always before... but directly behind Solomon, long katana-like sword raised and ready.

If all monsters your opponent controls are in Defense Position, this card can attack your opponent directly.

"Attack."