"HEY! ANYONE HEAR MEEEE?!" He called out as he searched the Chasm. The group had been separated by a rock slide. Itto got off easy, only a few scrapes, but that didn't mean the others did.

That's when he saw a figure sticking out from beneath the rocks.

His club hit the ground with a heavy thud, cracking the rock beneath as he sprinted. He'd only been running for a few seconds but his heart was hammering in his chest, his breaths shakey.

"Hey hey, you're alright—" Itto shut his mouth before his voice could crack, lifting the rubble off effortlessly. He was here now, he could do something. He had to do something.

"Oh- Oh man, that's a lot of blood." He whispered to himself, looking at how the red smeared on his palms matched his markings. Only then did he notice how badly he was shaking. Where was Shinobu when he needed her?

"I'm gonna get you to a healer, so just hang tight, alright?" He needed a response or he wouldn't be able to hold his toothy grin much longer.