Sanzo had shot to his feet the moment Obi-Wan's control faltered, and put some distance between himself and the Jedi. He didn't go for the gun immediately; he wasn't about to turn his back on the man without seeing if the scripture could hold him or not.
While the sutra hadn't outright vaporized him, it was definitely holding him down and doing some damage. Every few moments the scripture would pulse and move over Obi-Wan's body like a serpent, burning skin and cloth.
Not quite what he'd expected, but good enough.
Sanzo watched as the Jedi struggled against it. The sutra didn't give.
Satisified, he turned, and walked over to where the Smith & Wesson had flown from his hands. He didn't look at Goku or Qui-Gon or Callisto. This was between just himself and the Jedi. He couldn't let himself get further distracted, especially not by a monkey that was too stupid to see that this had to be done.
The gun weighed heavy in his hands as Sanzo began to walk back towards the Jedi, coolly reloading the weapon. Three more rounds, and he snapped the chamber back into place, looking down at Obi-Wan impassively.
Out of what fledgling respect he had for Qui-Gon, he'd at least make sure Obi-Wan had as quick and painless a death he could give him. It was the only mercy he could give.
Sanzo lifted the Smith & Wesson, barrel pointing straight at Obi-Wan's forehead.
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While the sutra hadn't outright vaporized him, it was definitely holding him down and doing some damage. Every few moments the scripture would pulse and move over Obi-Wan's body like a serpent, burning skin and cloth.
Not quite what he'd expected, but good enough.
Sanzo watched as the Jedi struggled against it. The sutra didn't give.
Satisified, he turned, and walked over to where the Smith & Wesson had flown from his hands. He didn't look at Goku or Qui-Gon or Callisto. This was between just himself and the Jedi. He couldn't let himself get further distracted, especially not by a monkey that was too stupid to see that this had to be done.
The gun weighed heavy in his hands as Sanzo began to walk back towards the Jedi, coolly reloading the weapon. Three more rounds, and he snapped the chamber back into place, looking down at Obi-Wan impassively.
Out of what fledgling respect he had for Qui-Gon, he'd at least make sure Obi-Wan had as quick and painless a death he could give him. It was the only mercy he could give.
Sanzo lifted the Smith & Wesson, barrel pointing straight at Obi-Wan's forehead.
His finger started to squeeze the trigger..