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He was in the middle of yet another fight.
The bandits were youkai this time, as seemed to be the case more and more often lately.
They'd caught Sanzo at a bad time. He was already exhausted from a long trip from the last town, the next one was still a day or two away, and he was running low on bullets, too. Dammit.
Sanzo had seen enough of this by now to know that this fight wasn't looking good for him. He had yet to fully contemplate that realization when he caught a kick from behind just in time to avoid being knocked off his feet.
Even though he blocked, it still sent him staggering back several feet. As he whirled to face his attacker, though, he became aware of a sudden change in the air. Then he noticed that the youkai were gone.
He kept the gun pointed at the empty air for several minutes, wondering if he'd been hit too hard in the head and managed to get knocked out. Was he... No, couldn't be. He was fairly sure that wounds wouldn't hurt if you were dead, and besides that, he just couldn't die yet, as much as he was tempted to just give up.
Maybe he was dreaming. Pain, blood, and confusion were rather common in his dreams, but he couldn't recall any quite like this.
The bandits were youkai this time, as seemed to be the case more and more often lately.
They'd caught Sanzo at a bad time. He was already exhausted from a long trip from the last town, the next one was still a day or two away, and he was running low on bullets, too. Dammit.
Sanzo had seen enough of this by now to know that this fight wasn't looking good for him. He had yet to fully contemplate that realization when he caught a kick from behind just in time to avoid being knocked off his feet.
Even though he blocked, it still sent him staggering back several feet. As he whirled to face his attacker, though, he became aware of a sudden change in the air. Then he noticed that the youkai were gone.
He kept the gun pointed at the empty air for several minutes, wondering if he'd been hit too hard in the head and managed to get knocked out. Was he... No, couldn't be. He was fairly sure that wounds wouldn't hurt if you were dead, and besides that, he just couldn't die yet, as much as he was tempted to just give up.
Maybe he was dreaming. Pain, blood, and confusion were rather common in his dreams, but he couldn't recall any quite like this.