Amaya hadn’t realized she had slipped out of consciousness until the voice pulled her back, vision blurry. She was sprawled our on her back, laying limp on the ground with Mitsunari’s foot planted firmly into the side of her face, which was swollen and bruised and losing blood from the cuts the rocks had made when he was stomping her head directly into the ground. Her good eye slowly moved to stop on Sasuke, making a weak noise of acknowledgement.