"Probably mad suggestion: we can look for another of us, and hope our quite frankly uncanny luck holds."
"Keep an eye out for suddenly appearing Uchiha's, then," she says with a laugh, and then slips away between dimensions, searching for Obito's.
And then Obito appears near them, apparently injured but already regenerating, striking out with a rush of branches.
She's sidestepping even before the attack is fully launched, lightsaber whipping out to finely dice the wooden tendrils.
Her saber technique, seen up close, is incredibly aggressive and swift. You'd almost swear she has three of them, so fast does the blade move.
He's an Uchiha with a sharingan that can predict what someone's going to do before they themselves know it, he's superhumanly fast and capable of reacting to his opponent's reactions to his motions faster than unenhanced brains can track, he's sly and durable and experienced -
Tobirama has fought such Uchiha before, and apparently neglected to mention his own speed. He vanishes in a flash of light, only the glowing afterimages tracing his path past Obito, sword made of lightning slicing deep into the Uchiha's side.
And then he's on the Uchiha's other side, sword delving through his heart -
He's dodging a series of branches as Obito regenerates -
There's three of him, and Tobirama zooms back as the two clones both rush Obito and then explode, and then Tobirama snaps back in to keep Obito from regenerating.
(This has maybe taken half a second.)
Ebele seems to be testing Obito's durability versus blaster fire. Which seems pretty high, but a blaster shot to the face blinds him briefly, leaving openings for the others.
At this range, Occlus is quite as fast as the two shinobi, and capable of casting her own net into the future. Ghostly purple afterimages blur her movements as she interweaves her own dance with Tobirama's. Crackles of vitality-draining lightning spark off to deny paths whenever she senses Obito intends to make a move she does not wish him to.
Obito doesn't, really, stand a chance, especially not with Glint blocking off his retreat into his pocket dimension.
He dies, eventually, a death of a million cuts that built up faster than he could regenerate.
Tobirama kneels over his body, sketching something. "I'm going to seal him, so no one can try putting him back," he says. "I suspect he has followers, still, and this is easier than rooting all those out."
He glances over at her, but doesn't explain what he's doing. "I will be mostly in this world, helping direct it politically, but I intend to teach my alts sealing," he says. "If you want to learn - I suspect it has more nonlethal and everyday usable applications than many things otherwise available to this group."
"Very well. Do we want to see how the others are doing, with our own task complete?"