There was a sharp bang as his finger jerked on the trigger, the shot going wild, right as he was hit hard in the chest by something invisible. The only thought he could manage was that it felt like he'd just been punched by a youkai, except he'd only seen the Jedi raise his hand--

Sanzo hit the ground roughly, sliding for several feet before he could recover. The monk managed to roll to his knees, and stagger to his feet. He grimaced, hand going to his side.

He hadn't heard the telltale crack from his ribs, but he'd fucking felt it. It wasn't going to take him down, but it wasn't going to make this any easier.

Sanzo didn't know what Obi-Wan'd done exactly. Whatever it was, it'd been enough though, to prolong his life a little longer.

The sutra had faded, returning to its place on his shoulders.