A faint sweat was breaking out over the monk's skin, even as Takasugi smashed against the wall.
Takasugi'd been hit, and in the process, disarmed. He couldn't tell if only one round had hit or if the others had, but he'd put space between them. Breathing hard, Sanzo looked down. The knife was embedded right to the hilt. The wound was ragged, twisted because of Takasugi; the blood wasn't even being stoppered by the weapon.
Sanzo's legs buckled, but he pulled himself up, and leaned heavily on the desk. With an unsteady hand, he drew the knife out. The pain shot through his body, right up to his skull. The monk's jaw clenched. For a moment, he thought he'd just pass out right then and there.
The blade was covered in blood. Not just his blood, but blood and tissue from the undead outside.
Sanzo pressed the hand holding the empty gun to it, in an attempt to staunch the blood flow. Each move made him want to gag, but he stood anyway. Knife clenched tightly in hand, he took a step, then another towards Takasugi.
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Takasugi'd been hit, and in the process, disarmed. He couldn't tell if only one round had hit or if the others had, but he'd put space between them. Breathing hard, Sanzo looked down. The knife was embedded right to the hilt. The wound was ragged, twisted because of Takasugi; the blood wasn't even being stoppered by the weapon.
Sanzo's legs buckled, but he pulled himself up, and leaned heavily on the desk. With an unsteady hand, he drew the knife out. The pain shot through his body, right up to his skull. The monk's jaw clenched. For a moment, he thought he'd just pass out right then and there.
The blade was covered in blood. Not just his blood, but blood and tissue from the undead outside.
Sanzo pressed the hand holding the empty gun to it, in an attempt to staunch the blood flow. Each move made him want to gag, but he stood anyway. Knife clenched tightly in hand, he took a step, then another towards Takasugi.