The last thing Solomon was a lecture. Though, he supposed, he couldn't begrudge Bakura the chance for that considering the rather threatening warning he himself had made. But the comment made Solomon frown and he opened his mouth to answer, and then stopped.
No monster in front of Bakura. Therefore the monster had to be--
Solomon whirled and the katana sliced into his chest, and Solomon's body lurched, all the air escaping his lungs. The sword was withdrawn a moment later and Solomon coughed and almost fell, but didn't, and when his hand flattened against his chest there was no mark there. His legs still felt shaky as he straightened up, and his breathing was ragged. His body pounded. That probably wasn't a good sign.
He coughed again and then closed his eyes, and took control of his breathing. He was used to this sort of pressure--not so constant, but still, he was used to it. It wouldn't take him so easily. After a moment he turned back to Bakura, control reasserted.
"I won't be controlled," he said, very quietly. "Not even by my own magic." He smiled. "Besides, you say that as though my asking you for help was a last resort." Bakura may not be trustworthy, but in this instant his trustworthiness wasn't needed. Just his personality.
But the rest ... the rest was either a warning or a threat, and Solomon couldn't tell which.
"What you see as defensiveness might only be one step in a plan," Solomon pointed out, and pointed at both the cloaked skeletons. He wanted something more powerful than what he had--certainly something more powerful than what Bakura had. The skeletons fell apart into nothing and what clawed out of the shadows was, unexpectedly--another skeleton.
It was a more powerful one. Solomon could feel that. But he could also feel it drawing on the power of the ones he had just sacrificed, as if it needed their strength to be powerful at all. That wasn't precisely what he'd asked for ... but the command had been somewhat vague, he supposed, out of necessity. He didn't know specifics to ask.
He nodded at the skeleton to attack Bakura's assassin-monster, and yet, in a prickle on the back of his neck, still felt as though something was off.
no subject
No monster in front of Bakura. Therefore the monster had to be--
Solomon whirled and the katana sliced into his chest, and Solomon's body lurched, all the air escaping his lungs. The sword was withdrawn a moment later and Solomon coughed and almost fell, but didn't, and when his hand flattened against his chest there was no mark there. His legs still felt shaky as he straightened up, and his breathing was ragged. His body pounded. That probably wasn't a good sign.
He coughed again and then closed his eyes, and took control of his breathing. He was used to this sort of pressure--not so constant, but still, he was used to it. It wouldn't take him so easily. After a moment he turned back to Bakura, control reasserted.
"I won't be controlled," he said, very quietly. "Not even by my own magic." He smiled. "Besides, you say that as though my asking you for help was a last resort." Bakura may not be trustworthy, but in this instant his trustworthiness wasn't needed. Just his personality.
But the rest ... the rest was either a warning or a threat, and Solomon couldn't tell which.
"What you see as defensiveness might only be one step in a plan," Solomon pointed out, and pointed at both the cloaked skeletons. He wanted something more powerful than what he had--certainly something more powerful than what Bakura had. The skeletons fell apart into nothing and what clawed out of the shadows was, unexpectedly--another skeleton.
It was a more powerful one. Solomon could feel that. But he could also feel it drawing on the power of the ones he had just sacrificed, as if it needed their strength to be powerful at all. That wasn't precisely what he'd asked for ... but the command had been somewhat vague, he supposed, out of necessity. He didn't know specifics to ask.
He nodded at the skeleton to attack Bakura's assassin-monster, and yet, in a prickle on the back of his neck, still felt as though something was off.