>>23144962>>23147352>>23147362>>23145588The crazed Mage would step closer slowly, a small fireball appearing in his hand which he'd begin juggling as he'd look from each of them.
"Oh yes," he'd say leering over to Bakura, "I'm sure you haven't forgotten that day all those years back... when you fell to my little pet? Isn't that right my pet, don't you have someone to take care of for me??"
Bakura would suddenly get bombarded by horrific mental images and memories all at once, the force designed to drive him mad.
The clown's fire ball would seem to bounce for place to place as he kept walking, the man only paying a little attention to his surroundings and the plight of the White Haired Thief king.
But as the item back was pushed to be dragged backwards the fireball would be launched underhanded towards the bag of items just as the others made the attempt to move them behind the steel snake pokemon.
>FiraHitting or missing the Clown would act like the move was never made, the man flipping backwards to move to the center of the room. "And now you think you're going to be able to stop me now?"
He'd laugh.
"It's been awhile since I've had someone worth fighting."
The final cultist would appear floating over him as he pulled out a pokeball. "Now who shall be first?"
