[He tries to keep his awareness of Juudai at the back of his mind, running in parallel to the fever he's set burning in his consciousness (break them down, hear them scream, make them pay). He doesn't want to involve him in his persona, not while he can avoid it.

It's not as hard as he expected. He has discovered, in the past few weeks, that the world now becomes a much smaller place when he's tasted blood. There isn't room for much more than him and his enemy.

...no, not enemy. Target, maybe. Or prey.

His first hand is decent, and could be great in a few turns. He sets traps as usual, summons something to defend while he builds up a combo - better to wipe them out all at once (four thousand in one shot, let's see how good they are at keeping screams down).

He glances at Juudai's field (not at Juudai, too risky), and good, he's putting a defense up. That's enough for now.

He allows himself to hope it holds.]