[Fuck, what the fuck is-- His eyes are still red, but wide with horror, and as the boy's melting fist begins to pound against the cold unyielding glass, Sasuke imagines it's starting to crack. Then, it actually does, and that stuff (it can't be blood, blood doesn't do that), roars towards him like a torrent.]
[He doesn't hesitate, summoning chakra to his feet and lunging back and away, bolting through the room and searching for an exit. There's no time to waste.]