That's a Beaters job
Bakura smirked from his position in the air. Apparently Malik was taking his new alliance seriously enough to warn the boy – who, Bakura had learned was actually named Draco, Malfoy being a last name – not to duel him with magic. Instead he had been challenged to a different sort of game. Each of the two duelists had a bat of the sort the beaters would use in a game of Quidditch, and the aim of the game was to stay on your broom. They were to bat the Bludgers, which should be released momentarily, at each other, and the first one to hit the ground lost.
"Begin." The referee called, releasing the Bludgers, and Bakura's LightningBolt shot towards them. He caught the first with a vicious backswing, sending it flying straight towards Draco, before ducking and rolling out of the way to avoid the other. The man chosen as the referee was smart enough not to try commentating on this match, luckily. If he had Bakura would have banished him to the shadow realm. This duel was serious, not some game played for spectators.
Coming out of his thoughts in hurry Bakura smacked away the Bludger that Draco sent his way and prepared to play. His broom shot straight upwards, outdistancing the second Bludger, and he watched out of the corner of his eye as Malfoy headed after him, slowing down slightly so as to allow the other to catch up. The only rule in this was that no magic was allowed. If players attacked each other physically that was perfectly fine.
Seeing that Malfoy was almost on top of him Bakura pulled his broom up in a full stop and swerved, making both Draco and the pursuing Bludger go right past him. He heard a soft cheer and looked down. Ryou was smiling up at them, standing next to the Pharaoh and the others that he now hung out with. Needless to say, they weren't cheering for him.
His moment of distraction cost him though. He had forgotten the second Bludger, which came up, covered in grass and dirt from slamming into the ground, and caught him on the side. Luckily it was only a glancing blow, and Bakura's tolerance for pain was high enough that he recovered almost instantly, but it annoyed him, and focused his attention on the game once more.
Draco seemed to be having some trouble with his own Bludger. The one that Bakura had tricked into chasing him was hot on his tail, and his broom wasn't fast enough to avoid it after losing speed trying to get back down to Bakura. He was good though. Bakura had to dodge him, as he swerved around tower, picking up speed, and hurtled back towards him. But he wouldn't be caught by his own trick.
Dodging the Bludger that had been following Draco, Bakura sped it on its way with a hefty smack of the bat. Quickly he headed up to catch the Bludger that had hit him before. He managed to catch it by getting above it and waiting as it came at him. As soon as it was close enough he swung at it, sending it flying down to join its partner in chasing Draco around the field.
Another happy exclamation made him smile at his host's enthusiasm, but this time he didn't let it distract him. He'd learned his lesson. 'Once bitten twice shy,' as the saying went. Sure enough, Draco had hit a Bludger at him, hoping to catch him off his guard. It wasn't going to work. He'd had fun so far, but the point of this was to teach Draco a lesson, not to play games.
Thinking of this he moved after the Bludger as he sent it flying, quickly passing it and dealing Draco a quick box to his ears before sending his LightningBolt into a steep dive. As he'd expected, the other contestant sent his broom after him, anger clouding his judgment. The casual blow seemed to have had the desired effect.
Sometimes, Bakura reflected, as he sped towards the ground, watching to see when he had passed the safety point, it was better not to fight seriously. It made your opponent much less sensible if he could see you were mocking him by not bothering to try. Bakura was trying of course. He would never do less than his best; but he didn't have to show it, and as he peeled away from the ground he took pains to make it seem effortless, and to be sitting casually on his broom as Draco crashed into the ground below him.
The charade didn't last for more than a few seconds though, as the two Bludgers both came at him and he had to send his broom into a spin to avoid them. He quickly batted them back at the referee who had released them and spiraled slowly back to earth.
"I believe I won." He said softly, as he landed next to the defeated Draco.
"Yes," the other hissed. "This time." Picking up his broom, Draco stalked off, the very picture of injured pride. Apparently he was one of those who couldn't stand to lose. Bakura smirked. He could use that. Shoving his hair out of the way he slipped inside the building, not wanting to run into the Pharaoh or any of his cronies.