Sasuke was going to be hearing the gurgling end of that hysterical laughter in his head for days, but at least his memory wasn't hearing-based; the visual was messy enough without wishing for Sharingan-for-ears upon himself. There was no doubt that their opponents were thoroughly out for the count, though, so Sasuke's attention was already turned to his leg by the time Adela dropped down by his side, gritting his teeth as he gingerly manipulated the bone still jutting out of his calf.

"I tied off a tourniquet already," he said, once he trusted his voice to be steady through the deep breaths he was still taking to maintain oxygen flow to the brain and work through the body's shock reaction. "But it needs to be set before I can do more than lessen the pain."

Which would be an unpleasant endeavour that would require steady hands -- more hands than his own. He levelled a scrutinizing stare at Adela, gauging whether or not he trusted her with bone when she'd been unable to use a blade properly mere minutes ago.