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The duel has long since ended, the opponent duelists had ran as soon as they could.
Good.
But the action field had not dispersed, bringing the only color to these destroyed city. His young one still had his duel disk active, sitting on the ground. His rage was palpable even from feet away. The opponents had mocked his young one, the people he cared about. They pushed too far.
His fellow monsters who had been summoned during the duel all stood or hovered nearby, unsure of what to do.
He would not let his youngling continue to rot in his own anger.
With a nod to the others, they returned to their cards in a burst of light leaving him as the remaining factor from the duel.
Trotting over, he stood behind the young one. Oh, he was so much like Zarc... Both were forced to face impossible standards. And this rage, he knew it was from the burning depths his first master that lived within the boy that were stoked when provoked. But it did not fit this young boy, not the same way.
A boy who held a mask too close, not willing to let others in. How he wished he was able to comfort him during the times his mask would crack while alone.
But he was present now.
The youngling turned to him, the rage boiling but sadness lied within it too. The boy didn't want this, not to lose himself like this. He watched as he tried to keep the mask up.
It slowly cracked. Tears running down the boy's cheeks. He lowered his head, allowing the young boy - a boy far too young to fight like this yet he would protect his youngling with everything he had - to hug his snout, tears following more freely.
His sobs were silently, something the youngling had learned to not worry his mother. Something that was good when they could be ambushed if not careful. But he wished that the boy could truly freely cry without reserve.
For now, he would sit, curling around the boy to protect him as his snout was used as an anchor for his youngling.
He would be here for as long as he could, for as long as his young one needed.