He knew how to recognize Martin Landel's signature -- or lack thereof -- in the Force -- but with his senses at full capacity, that stark contrast he gave off in comparison to everything else was even more unsettling. Obi-Wan hadn't been able to explain it back when he'd seen the man in the chapel, and he certainly couldn't explain it now. There were many possibilities, of course, but that's all they were -- mere possibilities. The Jedi Knight had hoped to find some answers to those questions tonight.

But it seemed they were only here for their captor's entertainment.

It was then Sanzo resolutely moved towards the edge of the arena. Waves of murderous intent practically radiated off of him, and he didn't have to be a Force-sensitive to pick up on what he was about to do. But there was likely a barrier of some sort separating them from Landel, like the last time he'd appeared before them. Sanzo wouldn't be able to touch him.

"It's no use!" he called, but it was too late. The gunshot rang out, and he couldn't help but grimace. Fighting the Head Doctor this way was only a waste of energy, as far as he was concerned. Right now, he just wanted to know what it was he wanted with them, so he could try to figure out a way out of this.