"Defeat the witch!"
Her life points had taken a beating, depleting to half of what she started with in less than three turns. Across the field stood a well muscled thug, perhaps a few years older than her, with greasy bleached blonde hair that did not match the scruff at his chin. His posture and expression was cocky, lazily resting the arm that held his duel disk against his waist. He had come, like many others, to try their luck against the Black Rose Witch; probably lured by the many rumors surrounding her. Most were true, despite how farfetched they sounded, even to her.
"C'mon, gimme a lil' somethin' ta fight against, Witch! I came here for a rival, not some weak chick with flimsy cards! Tch, should've known you were nothin' but talk! 'm endin' it next turn, so come at me!"
The cheers of the crowd surrounding them, rampant with the smell of fresh blood, thinking he would win, sickened her. Hoping was more like it. Their foolishness didn't allow them to think correctly, it didn't allow them to see that the thug was one of the many, another roach on the pile.
They say that if you mash roaches together and apply them onto wounds, they heal inflammation.
Their words were stones, thrown without conviction other than their own corrupted judgement. They couldn't see behind her attire, but if they could, they'd find that her stone hard skin was free of any cut; but they didn't care about what was underneath anyways. They were vicious vultures, observing the fight between huntress and prey; hoping to get a bite. Except this time, they were rooting for the catch.
She didn't reply to his taunt, briskly announcing her "Draw!"
Being safe behind her mask, she didn't attempt to hide the smile at the sight of her ace.
In a moment's notice, the tides turned dramatically. She wasn't even trying by now, the moves coming naturally to her, feeding her bloodlust. He hasn't received a single scratch up until that moment; so let's see if he enjoyed the bruises as much as she did. The flurry in which her words were said left the other dumbstruck, unable to understand what had just occurred.
All the requirements were met.
"I summon," The strength behind her voice was muted by the hard silicone that covered her face, but that didn't matter. Soon they'll feel her true strength, one that didn't even compare to the force that created cracks throughout the ground, sending chunks of cement flying. They'll see her vicious soul in the flesh; the soul of a cruel, dark, witch. "Black Rose Dragon!"
"It's here! The witch summoned her ace!"
"Run! Run!"
After a few cleverly placed trap cards, and utilizing her monster's effects to their maximum potential, the other's field was clear.
She could attack two times.
The commotion this realization created didn't appear to phase her, but inside the witch's mysterious mask was a maniacal grin. The yells and shrieks of the vultures rebounded off her, not leaving a mark. She wouldn't let herself be abused in such a way. Not now. Not ever. She didn't have to think about those things anymore.
"Black Rose,"
If only she'd try to, so she'd realize how ashamed she felt about it all.
"Rose whips!"
She had become what they accused her off.
"Black Rose,"
A monster.
"Attack!"
A witch.