His legs gave out from under him every time he dared to take a step forward. He had barely escaped with his life, but it was uncertain if that would remain truth for very long.

He sputtered as he struggled forth, his purple eyes narrowing as he let out a blood gurgled growl. Eventually he collapsed on his arms and knees, head down and coughing up spit and the crimson that ran through his veins - veins that normally had anger and bitterness running through them.

He was about to whip his sword your way until he realised it was just you - and even if he wanted to swing his blade, his arm was too scratched up for him to move too much.

“{{user}}..” Sanemi gurgled as he saw your figure sprinting towards him.