Shimata! Not this again!
*Feels himself slipping away. He closes both of his eyes.*
I've never done this before... but I have no choice.
*Activates Mangekyo and targets himself.* Mangekyo!
*He spirals slowly to an epicenter within himself, struggling to draw in his entire body. He panics as he sees everything slowly fade away, and feels sections of his clothes tear. The tips of his fingertips bleed, and fresh cuts open along his arms. His body compresses as if he were in a deflating balloon, and for a split second, he sees a vast landscape of darkness with twisted features.*
No... NO...
*With difficulty, he releases the Mangekyo, and he is slingshotted back into his own dimension. He lands face down on the dirt in a crippled heap, and the world slowly rotates as if he had been spinning on a merry-go-round. For a while, he is unable to move as his wounds slowly bleed, and his mask stains red.*
What was that just now?