Qui-Gon saw Goku try to jump off the balcony too late to get to him.
Only the young man bounced off of thin air and fell back. Qui-Gon breathed a sigh of relief; while it looked like they were trapped, at least Goku hadn't taken a one way ticket downstairs. And yet Callisto and Goku were still fighting, despite being trapped here. Qui-Gon almost, but not quite, lost his patience with the bickering.
"Now isn't the time for arguments," Qui-Gon told Goku and Callisto sternly.
He was about to say more when he cut himself off. Qui-Gon felt Martin Landel just a second before his voice rang out, a sense of evil and yet of nothingness coming in, oppressive, and sickening to his core. Qui-Gon turned. He could see Martin Landel in a viewing stand like theirs, saw him with his eyes and yet in the Force, there was nothing, just the deeply unsettling feel of void where a life should be. Qui-Gon stilled, eyes on the Head Doctor. There was a flicker of movement from his peripheral vision; turning, he watched as Sanzo strode forward, his gun up and aimed.
It's not going to work, Qui-Gon thought. He didn't think Martin Landel was a Jedi, but it was possible he'd been trained somehow by one - or a Sith. Someone had owned those red and blue lightsabers. Martin Landel could probably bend the Force to do his own biding, Qui-Gon realized, even as the shot rang out with a crack that echoed in the Coliseum.
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Only the young man bounced off of thin air and fell back. Qui-Gon breathed a sigh of relief; while it looked like they were trapped, at least Goku hadn't taken a one way ticket downstairs. And yet Callisto and Goku were still fighting, despite being trapped here. Qui-Gon almost, but not quite, lost his patience with the bickering.
"Now isn't the time for arguments," Qui-Gon told Goku and Callisto sternly.
He was about to say more when he cut himself off. Qui-Gon felt Martin Landel just a second before his voice rang out, a sense of evil and yet of nothingness coming in, oppressive, and sickening to his core. Qui-Gon turned. He could see Martin Landel in a viewing stand like theirs, saw him with his eyes and yet in the Force, there was nothing, just the deeply unsettling feel of void where a life should be. Qui-Gon stilled, eyes on the Head Doctor. There was a flicker of movement from his peripheral vision; turning, he watched as Sanzo strode forward, his gun up and aimed.
It's not going to work, Qui-Gon thought. He didn't think Martin Landel was a Jedi, but it was possible he'd been trained somehow by one - or a Sith. Someone had owned those red and blue lightsabers. Martin Landel could probably bend the Force to do his own biding, Qui-Gon realized, even as the shot rang out with a crack that echoed in the Coliseum.