He didn't see the blow coming, just a blur of sickly green, and then the sutra fading suddenly. It was too fast, his vision going gray for a moment, stars swiming across his eyes.

The monk's body jolted with the sudden blow. For an instant, it seemed he hadn't even registered being impaled. Sanzo's eyebrows furrowed, before he looked down. The lightsaber was sticking into his stomach, probably protruding out from his back; strangely solid feeling for something that looked so ethereal. Smoke was sizzling up. It hurt; far worse than that time with Shuei, and with it, the knowledge that this time was different. Sanzo sucked in a ragged gasp, at the agony that radiated from it...

....the robes looked pristine around the blade........

He could smell burned flesh.

...F-fuck...

There was a sickening instant as his gaze finally flickered to Goku. The kid was staring at him, wide-eyed with horror, disbelief....

It was over as soon as it came. The gun dropped from suddenly nerveless fingers. The monk's eyes rolled back and closed.

....As if the strings were cut, Sanzo's legs gave out and he crumpled to the floor soundlessly.