Unfortunately for Itachi, his eyes were far from human. The pens moved towards him agonizingly slow, almost as though they were moving through wet cement.

He raised one of his blades and knocked the pens away with a sweep that couldn't have been possible for anything human. It looked like it would have dislocated a normal shoulder, but he remained standing in front of the doors. The move hadn't even caused him to shift any of his body weight.

He lowered his blade and stood with one blade at each side. For all intents and purposes, he wide open to attack, but one eye still focused on Itachi with frightening intensity. Another deathly cold wheeze left the gap between those sharp teeth as the eye quivered in its socket. If the target showed any more signs of aggression, he might have to get serious.