Gaara could sense that a third presence had joined the party of inconsequential weaklings off to the side, but he didn't bother physically turning to look at the latest intrusion onto the scene. The kill was in his hands, whatever else was happening around him was unimportant; Gokudera's shouting was muted as though coming from miles and miles away-- the only relevant pieces in his world now, were him and the floating bag of guts in the air, soon to be turned into nothing but splatters of crimson and gray.

"Sabaku Sousou!"

Forming a tight fist, the sand mimicked the action, imploding upon itself, instantly liquefying everything contained within it.