"Kyosuke. Are you all right?" The relief was clear in his voice, but so was a confidence Alastair usually only displayed when flirting or trolling the comm. The note made him flinch, but the Seal on his forehead blazed brighter as if to resist it. "Urgh...stop that!" he demanded of Cavil. "I'm not going to let you hurt him any more! Let's see if you can still work that thing without your soul!"
He didn't have his duel disk on him, but he had his cards in a back pocket. He flicked one out and held it out, a spell card written in a different language. The room shimmered with green light, and the mystical Seal appeared beneath their feet. Kiryu's mark would save him from this, but Cavil? He stood no chance against magic when he had no dueling skill to save him.
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He didn't have his duel disk on him, but he had his cards in a back pocket. He flicked one out and held it out, a spell card written in a different language. The room shimmered with green light, and the mystical Seal appeared beneath their feet. Kiryu's mark would save him from this, but Cavil? He stood no chance against magic when he had no dueling skill to save him.