A part of him, so close to it gloried in the violence and the rapid changes, and if Juugo had to stop and breathe once in a while to try to keep it at bay, well, Nagato was there.

He wasn't going to stop, though. These men were going to hurt Karin if they got closer to Uzushio, and Juugo wasn't going to let it happen. His arms became blades and hammers as he whirled, laying out enemies with hardly a thought to his own safety. When opponents' attacks got through the toughened skin he kept like armor, Juugo didn't pause. No time.