Takasugi hadn't moved, even as the monk drew closer and closer. He finally entered striking rage. Sanzo could feel the blood pooling up against the Smith & Wesson, staining his hand. He was losing blood at an alarming rate. He couldn't keep moving like this for long. Each step was jarring, sending more pain throughout his body, even while at the edge of his senses, he could feel a a hint of numbness starting at his limbs,

Which meant he'd have to try and end it, quickly. And yet, Takasugi was looking at him like that. The fucker actually suggested that this would all fit into his grand plan. Sanzo's eyes flashed angrily at that.

Sanzo lunged, the move driven by sheer adrenaline. He struck out with the knife.