[To another, the sheer size and bulk of his opponent might inspire some fear. Itachi feels nothing but black rage. Their interaction is too quick and limited to draw any conclusions - without the wheeling spin of Sharingan to aid the analysis of a single glance, he may as well be going into this blind. Yet anger cares little for sight, and that's unlike him too: the crawling fury, the way it seizes his gut and drives him forward, so immensely out of control he wonders whether he'll vomit, wonders why it's so awful to be possessed toward violence like this.
Gladio forces him to stillness with one palm against a fist and the other at his waist. A blue glow radiates from the center of his own chest - one he recognizes in unpleasant realization - and Gladio will receive two powerful streams of emotion, the one containing all that misplaced anger and the other a deep reactive anguish.
He has no tricks up his sleeves, no weapons, no eyes. He has nothing but the severe disadvantage of brute strength. So when he drives his free fist into Gladio's stomach, he's expecting (and hoping) it won't make a difference.]
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Gladio forces him to stillness with one palm against a fist and the other at his waist. A blue glow radiates from the center of his own chest - one he recognizes in unpleasant realization - and Gladio will receive two powerful streams of emotion, the one containing all that misplaced anger and the other a deep reactive anguish.
He has no tricks up his sleeves, no weapons, no eyes. He has nothing but the severe disadvantage of brute strength. So when he drives his free fist into Gladio's stomach, he's expecting (and hoping) it won't make a difference.]