There was a dull throbbing somewhere in his mind that Sanzo was pretty sure wasn't supposed to be there. The sutra was starting to give off an ominous humming sound, something he was pretty sure he could only hear, and something he was just as sure he could do without.

The monk didn't know how much longer he could keep the sutra going; he'd never kept it activated this long before. The cracked ribs were making it hard to breathe, hard to concentrate fully on keeping the scripture powered. He had to end this quickly.

Sanzo started to bring the pistol butt down, in a vicious arc towards Obi-Wan's neck.