With the scriptures shielding Sanzo from his senses, and no more sounds to go by, Obi-Wan couldn't detect where he was, much less anticipate the attack. Before he knew it, a knee collided into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him as he sunk to the ground. His injury along his collar bone was still throbbing, but that was the least of his worries. The tendrils of parchment, extensions of his opponent, the Head Doctor, Qui-Gon's injuries...they were all closing in on him, suffocating him like a thick blanket. He was...

--dead, sightless eyes staring up from blood-crusted sand. Sanzo loomed over the body, gun in hand before turning away to face the Head Doctor, expressionless.

The Jedi took in a sharp breath as the moment of clarity passed, and he was plunged into a world of pain once more. He knew what it was he'd seen -- a vision of the very near future. As things stood now, he was no match for this power, which seemed to expand and contract at the other man's will.

It was very likely he wasn't going to make it out of this alive.