Clash after clash.
Attacks effortlessly being blocked as if it were his eyes were closed.
Which they were.
It was frustrating, how despite [name] being a member of the Akatsuki, she couldn't just land one single scratch on the former Uchiha prodigy. Just why! She shouldn't be that much weaker than him, considering she is one of them now.
"You're too predictable." He simply said, commenting and advising her all at once, as he had blocked all of [name's] attacks, easily sending the flying kunais effortless with his own in his hand. Though he had slowly opened his eyes, predicting her next move already, as [name] had reappeared suddenly in front of him, as he this time firmly grabbed her slender wrist with his other hand, both pairs of eyes widening suddenly.
He felt a jolt within him, loosing his composure for a split second, as [name] frowned at the strange feeling she had felt, but she had been brought back into reality, when Itachi had let go of her wrist, hiding his own metaled weapon away himself.
"Try to be more un-predicting towards your opponents." Was all he advised, before he had gotten himself out of there, leaving a slightly confused [name] in the dull training room alone.
Once he was out, he had looked down at his hand, the one that had your wrist in his own, remembering that feeling of spark earlier.
If anything he couldn't predict about [name] in that room, it was definitely that.