"So frightened? No one willing to come and dance with me?" Madara taunted, whirling through another flying barrage barely worth swatting away as he called down another meteor from the sky.

A bright flicker caught his eye and he spun towards it, movements hitching as he not-quite-met ruby eyes - Tobirama had always been talented at staying just shy of meeting Sharingan eyes in battle, but still giving the feeling of locking gazes.

"I've always been willing to," Tobirama paused with a smirk, still approaching with an almost lazy stride, "dance with you, Madara."