Sasuke barely had time to blink before he was in the air, chakra forming around him to cushion the impact -- which ended up being cushioned in turn by Itachi, both of them fetching up against Susano'o's spine before striking the wall, air whooshing out of lungs. He landed in front of Itachi, the sword he'd taken from the armoury already at the ready before he'd even fully registered just what they were fighting, which was ...
A horse?
They were fighting a horse. With a horn. And wings, and shimmering with colour -- right. Stripping his reaction down to just the assessment needed for battle, he watched the flow of chakra she flung at Link: not unlike what Marvelous used with that talking weapon of his, just raw power thrown away from the body. She'd been able to move him without moving herself, either.
And behind her, on a throne -- the witch.
"Are you alright?" He asked Itachi over his shoulder, eyes not leaving the winged-horned-horse even as he reached up to hold down the Talk button on his earpiece: "We've found the witch. There's a --" ... no other way to put it: "Magic horse in the way."
He barked out the directions without waiting for Marvelous to respond, standing in preparation to attack -- until he suddenly felt a strange, ferocious pull and found himself staring at the sword in Link's hands, inexplicably wanting to snatch it from him. To run the horse through, to cleave the witch open, whatever it was: he stood frozen, wide-eyed gaze locked on the sword.
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A horse?
They were fighting a horse. With a horn. And wings, and shimmering with colour -- right. Stripping his reaction down to just the assessment needed for battle, he watched the flow of chakra she flung at Link: not unlike what Marvelous used with that talking weapon of his, just raw power thrown away from the body. She'd been able to move him without moving herself, either.
And behind her, on a throne -- the witch.
"Are you alright?" He asked Itachi over his shoulder, eyes not leaving the winged-horned-horse even as he reached up to hold down the Talk button on his earpiece: "We've found the witch. There's a --" ... no other way to put it: "Magic horse in the way."
He barked out the directions without waiting for Marvelous to respond, standing in preparation to attack -- until he suddenly felt a strange, ferocious pull and found himself staring at the sword in Link's hands, inexplicably wanting to snatch it from him. To run the horse through, to cleave the witch open, whatever it was: he stood frozen, wide-eyed gaze locked on the sword.