[One second too late. It's a sixth sense he's relied on for years, the instinctive need to run, to dodge. It's part of what's kept him alive all this time, just like the deer his family raise.
But too little too late. Halfway out Rin will manage to snag him, and Shikamaru doesn't struggle after that or say a word, too busy putting his brain to work on this. His face doesn't properly show what he's feeling, but his skin has gone cold even with the heat of the flames.
And this must be what it's like, he thinks, to face Naruto when he's drawing on the Kyuubi's power.
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But too little too late. Halfway out Rin will manage to snag him, and Shikamaru doesn't struggle after that or say a word, too busy putting his brain to work on this. His face doesn't properly show what he's feeling, but his skin has gone cold even with the heat of the flames.
And this must be what it's like, he thinks, to face Naruto when he's drawing on the Kyuubi's power.
He's afraid.]