He'd expected Sanzo to return with his pistol -- it was ironic how they'd reversed positions within mere seconds. Even if Obi-Wan didn't agree with the principles behind this "game" of theirs, Martin Landel had been right about one thing: the other patient was not one to be underestimated in the least.

Obi-Wan stared up at the blond as he approached him and took aim -- amid the excruciatingly bright Force signature and behind that pistol was a solid, unwavering resolve. He was determined to be the winner of this fight, and the Jedi knew he wouldn't forfeit his own life so easily. In one ear, he could still hear Qui-Gon's uneven breathing -- that coupled with the distress and pain he could pick up on, it was obvious there was more than life at stake.

But despite the pain burning into his legs, Obi-Wan hadn't lost sight of what needed to be done. Suddenly, he raised a hand and sent a burst of air towards Sanzo, intending to knock him back.