Humiliating wasn't quite the right word, as Hibari had never cared about his image to other people (besides those that mattered, such as the principal), but aggravating fit perfectly. It wasn't that he had trouble breathing around the other's hand - the only trouble came from the odd pressure he vaguely recognized as a broken rib in his chest - but that it was there, holding him down, holding his weapon, too---
Or, well, one of his weapons. The other one went just as quick as the one before, aimed for Mukuro's shoulder, and as the illusionist, if it worked, retreated, Hibari was turning on his side toward the two (no backs to enemies, correct?), and, and, and, ow. Felt a bit like the poison those idiotic rings released, only... worse. At least this way Mukuro shouldn't be able to -- well, ok, he could, but with such limited options (how irritating), it was the least Kyouya could do.
"Hhrn," was the only verbal sign of his discomfort, knuckles white on the tonfa bars, "Are you all done, now? Girl, leave with them."