The man's eyes finally widened at the appearance of the one-handed seals, realising late that his opponent's level of control over the clan's hereditary powers was far superior to his own -- a true member of the bloodline. It meant he was fully aware that retreat was no option here, something that made his face split suddenly into a half-crazed grin.

The loss of his sword made him laugh outright, giving up on weaponry (too vulnerable to manipulation) and lunging at her with his hands stretched out for her neck, an attack he knew would fail. But his laughter continued, hysterical:

"You can never leave the clan you belong to!" He shouted, voice harsh, obviously fully prepared to die at her hands. "We traitors know where your blood belongs!"

Distantly, through blood loss and the focus required to keep his chakra steady enough to heal, Sasuke made note: he really needed to talk to Adela about her relatives if this was going to become a problem.