Suppression
The sky above rumbled in anticipation, dancing with the two figures below as they threw punch after punch.
Sasuke clenched his fist, about to strike. He was an avenger. It was his sole purpose. He didn't care what happened to this boy, not one bit.
He hesitated, hand trembling. The creeping contrasting feeling clawed at his throat as the thunder shouted above him. Rejecting it in the only way he knew how he delivered the forced final punch. Naruto's eyes rolled back as he fell to the floor and the hand at Sasuke's throat wilted.
The rain began to fall.