It was too late by the time Obi-Wan detected the sudden shift in Sanzo's Force signature -- its strength had increased ten fold, and while Landel's was dark and empty and disquieting, the other patient was like the suns of Tatooine, so bright and hot that it was almost painful.

The Jedi was thrown back by the energy these tendrils of parchment gave off, lightsaber slipping from his hand and out of sight for a moment. But that wasn't even what startled him. As his back collided against the dirt, he realized that they were practically an extension of Sanzo himself; difficult to tell where one began and the other ended, obscuring the man from his senses completely.

His mind was yanked to the matter at hand when the tendrils wrapped tightly around his legs, searing into his clothes and skin on contact. Gritting his teeth, Obi-Wan struggled against the bonds as he scanned the area for the metal glint of the lightsaber. But the burns only grew worse, and he had to will himself to grab onto the Force as an anchor for his focus. And yet, Sanzo's expanding Force signature was so overbearing, it was hard just to find his center again.