"Looks like your luck isn't so great either. Anzu, cast magic-Great Recovery Spell!"
The motes of light bursting from the staff became a warm, golden drizzle. They brushed over the wounds like feathers, and as the burning faded, even breathing became easier.
Bakura examined the dice closely and flew into a rage. These aren't the thinking dice. Who did this? Did 'Yugi' switch them? How could that be? Impossible!
Furious and humiliated, he immediately activated Zorc's third ability-Absolute First Strike!
"Once every ten turns, I get absolute priority to attack. This time, go to hell!"
"What?! My left hand threw the dice on its own! It was you... damn you, Bakura! You hid the thinking dice!"
Once the dice had been thrown, the move could no longer be changed. They finally settled on 9-9.
Enormous energy gathered in Zorc's hands, but just as he was about to attack, it suddenly blasted into his own body.
"Damn you, Bakura Ryou! Die!" Bakura viciously stabbed through his left hand, cursing through clenched teeth.
"Huh?" Dark Yugi stared at the scene in shock. "Could this Bakura be like me? Is the real Bakura actually being controlled by him? His left hand?"
His gaze swept around until he finally noticed something on Zorc's left arm. "The injured left arm corresponds to the left hand helping us. So that's it! It's the Beast Tamer's turn! Use Magic Glove on Zorc."
The others had only just stopped cheering when they heard 'Yugi's' instructions.
"Will that work? You're actually trying to turn Zorc into a teammate?"
"I trust 'my other self.' Magic Glove!"
The white gloves appeared again. This time, instead of trapping and kneading him, they shone white light onto Zorc.
A moment later, a figurine in a White Priest Outfit sprang out of the wound