Of the Uchiha, the Kazekage would never be left to say that death came easy. Even surrounded, alone, and largely outmatched by his opponents, Seto did not let his end find him quickly. Even maimed by a flurry of black from above, he did not hesitate in dividing his attention in order to face the threats that faced him. He did not balk when he was forced to turn to meet Kyōsuke's blow. As much as that could have helped him, the wherewithal alone would not have been enough to impede the Kazekage's hand from finding its target. To his credit, Seto did not balk in recognition of that fact either.
Even as he was struck in the head by an arrow, the man opened the Gate of Death. Even for his monstrous transformation, the great cloud of distinctive red steam that enveloped him after he pounded at his chest spoke of his acceptance of his fate more than the Kazekage would have thought the man to actually have been capable. His subsequent charge towards his demise was thus predictable, even if utterly unmatched in speed. It did not matter. His deflection of the lumbering statue with a single forceful glare did not matter. The roiling wave of force that followed his roar, tearing at the ground and the air, did not matter.
Letting the impact flow across him, the flames that wreathed his body kicked back as they were whipped around him by the force of the wind, blown away in the beast's dying throes. Feeling the pressure of the blast as much through the change in the atmosphere as he did across his skin, Kyōsuke anticipated the change needed in order to maintain his advance and met with a pressure of his own, pushing off of the air behind him with a flare of the flames at his back. His stance changed as the beast rushed to him. His right hand raised to guard and his left, still thrumming with destructive energy, lowered towards his centre. With as many hits as he had taken, Kyōsuke was concerned that anything more severe would have brought the engagement to an immediate conclusion. With a thought, one of his clones dispersed. A longer fight meant that he would need more of his chakra back sooner.
Two quick steps to his left brought him to the correct position to work past the blade that he knew the beast would raise to him, but his mind's eye told him that any such flurry of slashes would come at some delay. A bolt of lightning arced its way towards Seto, and its strike was not a moment later accompanied by the shimmer of another shinobi appearing next to the suicidal former Hokage. The Kazekage did not struggle to recognise the second Uchiha, nor did he struggle to recognise the difference between Seto's near-instantaneous movement and the actually instantaneous arrival of the boy. He had seen what he was certain to be Hiraishin no Jutsu before, and recently. More than anything else the Kazekage did not struggle to recognise the boy's skill in taijutsu, as he manoeuvred cleanly past the much-faster, older Uchiha.
The style of his assault was something of note to the Kazekage as well, but the pace of the blows left him no time to reflect mid-combat. Instead, as the pillar of earth raised between himself and the clashing pair, he prepared to grab for Seto's wrist. Whether Kyōsuke did so as the man continued his attempted assault on him, as the man was sent crashing through the stone that Kazu had raised, or simply as the man turned to run, did not matter. So close, it did not matter even that the beast's own speed far exceeded that of any other combatant on the field. Kyōsuke was the more coordinated of the two, the more experienced of the two, and the more perceptive of the two.
As he grabbed at the man's wrist, he turned to use weight and momentum in his favour, throwing him hard onto the ground. In comparison to most of the strikes the man had taken, Kyōsuke's could have been gentle if not for the searing heat of his fire-clad hand. All the same, he expected that Seto would no more be hurt for the burn than he would be from the arrow or Kazu's strike. Of a user of all of the Hachimon, no one could expect such fragility. Even with an arm severed and his wits frayed by the bijū inside him, the man represented a threat that few could deal with.
For that reason, the Kazekage was surprised when he saw a couple of flies persist in buzzing around the field through his mind's eye. Whether his throw had been successful or not, or whether he had even gotten the opportunity to engage with his opponent, he stepped away from Seto as chains of chakra lashed out in his direction. Kyōsuke was little inclined to welcome interlopers, and he had already been made to cede some involvement in the fight to Kazu. Where he stood little chance at preventing the chūnin from battling his former commandant, he expected that he would have had no such trouble in preventing the chains' user from joining combat. Even so, he hesitated to stand as an obstacle.
He did not hesitate for the sake of his ostensible allies. The Kazekage's attention was drawn from those before him to the one that played host to Matatabi. The jinchūriki turned tail from the battlefield, rushing towards the cover of trees. As his eyes were drawn away from Seto, he noticed that clones in the shape of the disguise that Kanari's clone had worn in the ruins of the apartment ringed the clearing that had been made in the forest. As wholly invested as he was in ascertaining some truth closer to that of Shingen's death than he could otherwise come to know on his own, even the Kazekage could not fight Kanari, Seto, and a jinchūriki that could maintain their ability to think while in their second form all at once. His eyes turned back to Seto.
"First you, then the others."