Raidou pinched the bridge of his nose, and felt blood slide down his wrist. "So--when I said I was a good teacher..." He headed over to make sure Tsume wasn't dead.

His clone had managed to catch her in a rough cradle-carry, holding her carefully now with one arm beneath her knees and the other beneath thin shoulders. She was slapping a shaking hand against its chest. Done.

"Steady," he said, and leaned over to check her eyes; dizzy and a little unfocused, but yanking on chakra you didn't have would do that. He held up a hand. "How many fingers?"