[ First blood. Nice. Bakura assesses her options, what she does know about the Pharaoh. He has an advantage in that he's met a version of herself, but she also knows: there is no weakness in her heart. There is only hatred.

He's an idiot, though, challenging her to a war of words. Bakura hunches, grinning, waiting for the blow she's sure she wouldn't even feel -

Huh. Well, that sure is a way to play this game. Weirdo. ]

What a charmer. [ Quick recovery, no cracks: "what the fuck" is not weakness of the heart! ] So I can do whatever I want to your subjects, as long as you're entertained? What a beacon of justice!

[ She's got some incredibly effective moves but she's going to stash those away for a special occasion. She loves nothing more than making her enemies dig their own graves.

And oh, is this one the enemy. ]