Yamato didn't divert from his course or even flinch, intent on eliminating the source of the ache burning through him.
He wanted Kakashi to hurt, to know exactly what this felt like and inflict as much damage as possible with actions as well as words. Neither of them gave ground and it was with not an ounce of fear that Yamato realised he was facing death head on; that they would kill each other here, hating each other completely, with everything between them destroyed.
He came to his senses at the last possible second; gaze locked with Kakashi's and the heat and sound of the Raikiri blistering along his left arm and on track to obliterate his heart. Yamato's own attack would gut the Jounin in return and they would..
Yamato flung his arm wide, face white with horror and just barely transformed a killing blow, into one that gouged Kakashi's side; flesh giving way to the last of the mokuton he couldn't release in time.
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He wanted Kakashi to hurt, to know exactly what this felt like and inflict as much damage as possible with actions as well as words.
Neither of them gave ground and it was with not an ounce of fear that Yamato realised he was facing death head on; that they would kill each other here, hating each other completely, with everything between them destroyed.
He came to his senses at the last possible second; gaze locked with Kakashi's and the heat and sound of the Raikiri blistering along his left arm and on track to obliterate his heart. Yamato's own attack would gut the Jounin in return and they would..
Yamato flung his arm wide, face white with horror and just barely transformed a killing blow, into one that gouged Kakashi's side; flesh giving way to the last of the mokuton he couldn't release in time.