[Those taunts and teases do nothing except gain laughter in return; the Pharaoh may think himself the hunter but Bakura knows it to be the other way around. And like any good strategist, he knows to engage his enemy in a place where he has the advantage. So the Pharaoh can rage and scream all he likes; the Thief King won't show himself until he's ready.
It won't be long now at all; the place he's chosen is close indeed: an empty tomb, only half finished, its work long since abandoned and forgotten. What better resting place for the lofty Pharaoh?
Racing along the precarious ridge (he's sure-footed, of course he is; there's not a single misstep here) he continues to taunt his quarry as he runs. He'll not let the Pharaoh distract him into turning and meeting the fight early, oh no. He'll wait until he's on the very threshold to toss back one last barb before disappearing into the yawning maw of the dark tomb.]
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It won't be long now at all; the place he's chosen is close indeed: an empty tomb, only half finished, its work long since abandoned and forgotten. What better resting place for the lofty Pharaoh?
Racing along the precarious ridge (he's sure-footed, of course he is; there's not a single misstep here) he continues to taunt his quarry as he runs. He'll not let the Pharaoh distract him into turning and meeting the fight early, oh no. He'll wait until he's on the very threshold to toss back one last barb before disappearing into the yawning maw of the dark tomb.]
Follow me to your death — if you dare!