It was incredible. I had to admit that much. A Sharingan, even singular, in action was...formidable. Even for me. I didn't know how much more that I--or my ego--could take. Thankfully, every now and then, I did get the drop on Kakashi Hatake, even in the Forest of Death. That was only because of my spur-of-the-moment kenpo taijutsu. My explosions had to be thought out, planned. And thought was one luxury I could not afford.
He had not hurt me. On the contrary, it seemed that he was going out of his way NOT to cause me any harm. Of course, that was probably because of Pakkun. Then again, maybe not. Either way, I was still getting my ass kicked. Badly. That Sharingan was as much of an opponent as the Copy Ninja himself. Not that I really wanted to hurt him either, even if I could. I didn't doubt that he could sense my reluctance to lay a kunai to his skin. I knew I could feel it even in my subconscious, so I knew that it could not be hidden to the Man Who Had Copied A Thousand Jutsu. Of course, he didn't even have to lay a hand on me. He was just wearing me down so that he could capture me easily. Without hurting either of us. Just another little layer of strategy.
My own techniques were working against me. I am mostly a physical fighter, but , partially because of that blasted Mirror Wheel eye, Kakashi was a jack-of-all-trades. I knew what I had to do. It wouldn't sacrifice my conscience or Kakashi's exceedingly good health.
It was also incredibly stupid.
I was going to spring a spontaneous trap to capture the infamous Hatake.
Like I said: STUPID.