Squalo takes a step and jackknifes in on himself when the flame on his ring goes out, spitting a mouthful of blood on the scuffed leather of his boots. Yamamoto shouts, the flame on his own ring flaring as he dispatches the last of his own opponents and sprints for Squalo. Squalo's eyes are still clear when Yamamoto tips his head back, though tight around the edges with pain; they slide over Yamamoto's face and up to Xanxus, who blinks once and spits on the ground next to them.