Ren gave a choked noise as he inspected his son. It was bad news. What he would need to take care of the wounds he had somehow suffered were things he could not access. There was no way he could risk going to his clinic. Not with the Senju almost at their door.
"Renji..." things were looking bad for the Uchiha. He knew. Renji would be unable to aid him with healing those that would come back wounded... if they came back at all.

There was a strangled sob as he got to his feet, hugging his son. He could have reminded Izuna that he was a warrior... but no. Tajima had clearly said to hide them... perhaps he thought both were still unconscious. "I will show you.. the way."
And thus, their flight began, under the screams and battle preparations of the clan.

Not many males were fleeing. Those incapacitated or too young were the only ones that were departing in haste, leaving everything behind.
Tajima did not look when he rushed by everyone, gunbai in one hand, a katana at his side and tanto at his back. The battlegrounds were as if his own backyard. The fate of his clan rested on this battle.
His shout, rallying his clan behind him, rang akin to a warcry throughout the village. "Be ready now, or join in alter! We are headed out!"