Sanzo glared at the humming blade at his throat, then up at Obi-Wan.

He couldn't fucking move. It was just like that time when Shuei had paralyzed him, except Obi-Wan had done so without any words or any delay. The monk strained to free himself, but he might as well have tried pulling steel apart.

Sanzo glanced as far back as he could, and caught the barest glimpse of the Smith & Wesson. Far behind him, a trail of sand leading up to it, and he couldn't reach it.

And then Obi-Wan spoke. Sanzo rolled his eyes in disgust. Did he honestly think that would work?

Whatever, he still had one last trump card: he only needed to make sure Obi-Wan didn't catch on to just what the chanting was for....