More blood leaked onto the floor and pooled beneath his feat, staining the shoes the institute had given him. Takasugi watched as the main twitched and fought for life while it rapidly slipped form his fingers, but he couldn't bring himself to feel elated. This death was as meaningless to him as the next.

The pain continued to lance up his side, and his fingers pressed back to the wound, hunching over slightly as he panted outwards. He knew he was at the end of his tether and at a blatant disadvantage, especially against the creatures that were clawing their way inside. If he hoped to live till morning, he would have to find somewhere to hide and remain there, but there were few options available with them currently surrounded.

His gaze flickered around before landing back on Sanzo, prodding him with the edge of his foot to see if he had any more fight left in him after the dual stab wounds.