Bloodline carried its own weight for Sasuke, his body freezing for a second before he was struggling in earnest. Adela's distraction had distracted him in turn, the complete lack of fluid teamwork making both of them easily separated. And she was down again, though he couldn't tell that she'd been struck hard enough to damage the spine -- frozen once more? She'd seemed to get her fighting spirit back earlier, but now --
The man trying to drag him down tightened his grip as much as he could through the paralysis and Sasuke gathered chakra again, twisting to try and get a bead on the other ninja he'd paralyzed earlier. It was just in time to gather chakra to his feet and shove away as the kunoichi leapt for him as well, freeing one arm and arcing it backward to counter her blow. They were at standstill for a moment, just long enough for him to glance over at Adela again to confirm she was still down.
And a moment was all he needed to notice that the redheaded leader was no longer next to her. It happened in rapid succession: the man flickering in front of him with a lazy smile, Sasuke's chakra still only starting to spark noisily, and then a crunch that didn't register at first.
He blinked, trying to work out why he wasn't pushing out of the enemy's grips, and then the pain hit hard enough that it whited out his vision for a breath-stealing second, lightning chakra dissipating with an audible hiss. An unavoidable glance down confirmed it when his sight cleared, his left leg snapped cleanly from the front, a shard of bone spearing out from the side of his thigh at an ugly angle and blood bubbling messily around the exit wound -- stunned with pain, his brain observed with a weird dispassion: no arterial bleeding, but close. Very close, and any movement would --
The ninja on either side shoved him down and a strangled scream tore from his throat, entirely against his will. Through spotting vision (shock, the medic-nin's voice inside him said, clinical, your body is entering shock) he could see Adela still prone before his chin was grabbed and forced upward, eyes landing on the satisfied grin of the leader. Only deeply-ingrained lessons prevented him from letting the Sharingan rise on instinct, forcing his eyes to stay black through sheer will.
Seals, he thought, still distant even as gravity ground his weight down onto his leg with enough pressure to make him have to bite back another noise of pain. The blinding seals, the seals to --
"There they are," the man said, and reached toward his face.
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The man trying to drag him down tightened his grip as much as he could through the paralysis and Sasuke gathered chakra again, twisting to try and get a bead on the other ninja he'd paralyzed earlier. It was just in time to gather chakra to his feet and shove away as the kunoichi leapt for him as well, freeing one arm and arcing it backward to counter her blow. They were at standstill for a moment, just long enough for him to glance over at Adela again to confirm she was still down.
And a moment was all he needed to notice that the redheaded leader was no longer next to her. It happened in rapid succession: the man flickering in front of him with a lazy smile, Sasuke's chakra still only starting to spark noisily, and then a crunch that didn't register at first.
He blinked, trying to work out why he wasn't pushing out of the enemy's grips, and then the pain hit hard enough that it whited out his vision for a breath-stealing second, lightning chakra dissipating with an audible hiss. An unavoidable glance down confirmed it when his sight cleared, his left leg snapped cleanly from the front, a shard of bone spearing out from the side of his thigh at an ugly angle and blood bubbling messily around the exit wound -- stunned with pain, his brain observed with a weird dispassion: no arterial bleeding, but close. Very close, and any movement would --
The ninja on either side shoved him down and a strangled scream tore from his throat, entirely against his will. Through spotting vision (shock, the medic-nin's voice inside him said, clinical, your body is entering shock) he could see Adela still prone before his chin was grabbed and forced upward, eyes landing on the satisfied grin of the leader. Only deeply-ingrained lessons prevented him from letting the Sharingan rise on instinct, forcing his eyes to stay black through sheer will.
Seals, he thought, still distant even as gravity ground his weight down onto his leg with enough pressure to make him have to bite back another noise of pain. The blinding seals, the seals to --
"There they are," the man said, and reached toward his face.