Fear, anger. He didn't know the difference anymore.

He could finish this guy off. Sure, no doubt this guy will hate him, despise him, but...he was not a torturer. Even if it was for the audience, he couldn't bring himself to make the deaths drawn out. His ninja training preached quick, efficient strikes. Making this drawn out would accomplish nothing.

However, he would not get the chance to. Suddenly, there was a hiss, and a snarl behind him.

"Shell."

He hissed out loud, knowing mutts were just behind him. Self-preservation won out over giving this man a quick death, no matter what he might have wanted. Suddenly, he was leaping over Hawkeye, grabbing the bloodied boomerang as he disappeared into the shadows.

And then, he was gone.