PoV Tsuitame
I was feeling more tired with each passing second; my mind was starting to slowly lose its sharpness as my sensor was slowly being dulled. I was also drained from all of the blood I was puking. Flaara, in the meantime, continued the race for me, pushing himself forward as fast as he possibly could.
As my mind was losing focus of what little Ki I was using, I began to concentrate more on odd things, like the movement of Flaara's back muscle; I could feel them even through the saddle every time it would flap its wings or when it raised its legs. Then, as I finished healing my punctured lung, I lost all of my energy and slumped over Flaara's back.
