Even if he wanted to run at the moment, it would be impossible. Takasugi had taken too much damage for his body to be of much use at the moment. He could do little more than watch as the monk approached him with each step. He had the advantage in strength and would fight if it came down to that, but whether or not he'd live through another attack... he wasn't even certain any more.

Nevertheless, his eyes showed neither fear nor anxiety. What was done was done, and he would live with whatever consequences came about as a result.

His hand moved to his own wound, pressing against it and feeling the blood leak out too quickly, making his fingers sticky. It was still warm and pouring out incessantly, but the bullet had luckily grazed him and tore a lot of skin with it rather than lodging itself inside. The latter would have been a severe problem since he currently lacked the tools to extract the bullet.

"Are you angry? You shouldn't be. You will die for a worthy cause."