The lightening had an advantage within this downpour. But even with such weather working within his favor, only so much could be done against a heavily-filled squad of top shinobi. One person, no matter how strong, could not hope to take them all down himself. And a child, no less. Yet, it was attempted all the same. With Itachi's power, he was surely fighting as two instead of one. This would prove foolish. A hashed up calve could attest to that. It was a miracle that more had not occurred but, death would surely be on the progressors' minds as they followed.
Those fools were getting closer, and this was no surprise. Just how fast could Sasuke propel himself with a leg so damaged? Certainly this poor group must have been more renound for skills lying in areas other than speed. Much like stalking an animal already hit with the killing blow, they must think. For a civilian, the boy was moving fast. For a ninja? Genin level at best. It was lucky enough that ice cold rain had brought about an unfeeling to the injury, but weakness resided upon it regardless.
Hitches interrupted in the steady pour. They would be upon him any moment now. Feet twisted from where they stood. Those dotted red eyes swirled and twisted into a dangerous ornate visage, not unlike the poisonous beauty of a deadly spider-or a snake. The Uchiha Clan would not be ending here today.
He'd rather these people burn.