Face of the Enemy [Rin, Kakami & Tobi]
It'd been a long time since Rin's second priority had been the injured and the dying, but unless they found and dealt with the other Akatsuki there would be no purpose nor possibility of saving anybody. Bombs. For the gods' sake, bombs - who knew what the other one might be capable of if the blonde one had already done this.
Every Konoha nin still on their feet, even the kids, all of them were seeking - but nobody knew what they'd find. He and Kakami had taken off eastwards as the Konoha ninja spread over the grounds. A standard search pattern, but with every step Rin found it harder to ignore the wails of pain growing quieter behind him. People he should be helping.
The two jounin ghosted to a stop in the ornamental gardens, her nose working overtime to catch a trace of their quarry. A glance was exchanged - trust, understanding, and the mission - and Kakami sprinted north while Rin set off south. He gritted his teeth against the absence of sound as the noises of the other gala guests were blocked from his ears by high azalea bushes and sweeping curtains of jasmine. Usually he'd have loved to see these plants, but now all they were was a problem for lines of sight and sound.
Holding his broken arm tight easily against his chest, other hand perfectly free and ready, Rin let his bare feet speed over the grass - brown eyes fixed on a tall ornamental sakura tree. He'd scale it and get an overview of the grounds, get a glimpse of Kakami and possibly the others.
That was the plan. Or had been. Until he skidded to a stop and realized he hadn't been the first to think of it.