"Just shut up!" The feline continued to punch at the guy, his hands finding the snowy-haired male's throat, gripping tightly and smirking wildly as blood was spat into his face. "You are pointless, Government dogs! I will beat up each and every one you send to come and try to fetch me~!" The feline tilted his head, his lips parted in the mad grin. The larger male struggled under Madara's frame, but the cat wasn't about to let go. Not until he heard the click of a gun and the red laser light flashed in his eye.
He looked up, his visible eye narrowed at the brunette, who's eyes were hidden by dark glasses. Tanned hands held a gun expertly, trained on the feline's back. Of course, these bastard's goals was not to kill, but to use non-fatal violence to subdue. Madara smirked, punching the snowy-haired one in the face as he let go, purposefully stamping on his hand as he stood up to face the brunette. "One qualm I don't have is killing. But you don't dare to aim for a vital spot." He stalked up to the other, laughing coldly. "Silly puppy."
The brunette did not falter in his stance, though his expression showed shock as the feline lunged forwards suddenly, only to swipe the sunglasses from his face, leaving a couple of bloodied scratches across his left cheek. Madara hopped away quickly, moving to a safe distance, placing the shades on his own face. "Lucky for you, I know I can't do two against one, so ciao~" He purred out, making his swift way out of the area, leaping up over a nearby wall, laughing loudly. He jumped onto the bonnet of a parked car, breaking the window and stealing the keys, though he simply left the car alone, removing the bandages from his eye and tying it around the mirrors before skipping away, into the crowds.
"Hashirama, why the fuck did you let him get away?" The white-haired male sat up painfully, wiping blood from his mouth and nose, ruby gaze fixed on the older male. "He could've easily done more than a few tiny scratches, you know." Hashirama shook his head, going over to help his brother up, handing over a cloth handkerchief.
"Clean yourself up, Tobi." Tobirama opened his mouth to complain, but Hashirama just shushed him. "You're the one who should have paid more attention. I thought you said you wouldn't let the Mad Cat escape you again. You told me to stay out of it," He shrugged, walking off to the parked car, sighing lightly at the smashed windows and the bandages that had gotten caught over the mirror.
"Ah… Tobi, you know how to hotwire our car, right…?"