Yukimura pushed himself up despite his pain, body shaking with effort as he tried to disobey his orders, but it was no use. His body didn’t belong to him. He had to obey no matter what.
He brandished his blade again, sweat beading on his forehead as he watched Sasuke’s flame cautiously, face hard-set. “Please don’t fight back- I don’t wish to cause unnecessary suffering.” Tears dripped down his cheeks as he spoke.
“My lady!” Amaya had finally arrived, having taken the shortest route she could- along the rooftops. She panted lightly, skidding to a stop at the scene before her, a scowl hardening her face as she swung both hands, forcing Yukimura back from Sasuke unless he wished to be cut to ribbons. He earned a few cuts however, only able to dodge so quickly while fighting his own body.