He watched Itachi's emotions flash across his face, but no smug grin or signs of victory crossed across his own features. The aggressor had been injured, and the non-aggressors were making no plan to try to get past him.

But he had to follow up.

Letting another grating wheeze fall from his lips, he took a few shaky steps forward, blades at the ready. His eye was focused on Itachi with such intensity, it almost conveyed a desire to cut into Itachi again.

He continued advancing at a steady pace, ready to persuade the targets to vacate the target area if any further threats were detected.