~ Z ~
Black Jacket
As Kaibe held on to the cards to examine them, a small sparrow swooped down and swiped the Vegetto card off his hand. Two frogs hopped next to Kaiba and flung their tongues out, slurping up Clark and Vortex Man’s cards. The bird and frogs scampered away as Avalon stood a distance away from Kaiba. He looked down, grabbing the cards his animal summons gathered for him.
“W-What the hell is this?!” Avalon gasped. “Who are you and what did you do to them?”
Avalon peered at the Vegetto card, and despite bumping heads with him, he could not let him suffer. His attention turned to the Kyptonians before turning back to Kaiba, seeing a bunch of other cards on the floor, scattered about.
What the hell…? Playing cards?
“Hey, Vegetto, can you hear me?” Avalon spoke to the Vegetto card, flailing it about. “Hey! Clark? Vortex Man?”
“Oh, Lucifer, you humble yourself. I apologize for not bringing flowers, perhaps next time.” Zenta chuckled slightly before turning to Berserk. “However, delicate is not a word I would use to describe you, Lucifer Morningstar…”
Zenta slowly stepped over to Berserk, crouching down next to her bleeding body as he gently placed his arms under her body, not fazed by the blood running down his arms. He seemed worried about Berserk’s well-being, although it was hard to tell. His attention fell back on Lucifer.
“What exactly are you doing, Lucifer Morningstar…?”
“W-What the hell is this?!” Avalon gasped. “Who are you and what did you do to them?”
Avalon peered at the Vegetto card, and despite bumping heads with him, he could not let him suffer. His attention turned to the Kyptonians before turning back to Kaiba, seeing a bunch of other cards on the floor, scattered about.
What the hell…? Playing cards?
“Hey, Vegetto, can you hear me?” Avalon spoke to the Vegetto card, flailing it about. “Hey! Clark? Vortex Man?”
“Oh, Lucifer, you humble yourself. I apologize for not bringing flowers, perhaps next time.” Zenta chuckled slightly before turning to Berserk. “However, delicate is not a word I would use to describe you, Lucifer Morningstar…”
Zenta slowly stepped over to Berserk, crouching down next to her bleeding body as he gently placed his arms under her body, not fazed by the blood running down his arms. He seemed worried about Berserk’s well-being, although it was hard to tell. His attention fell back on Lucifer.
“What exactly are you doing, Lucifer Morningstar…?”